Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Brunt of It


Find essence –
squeeze it through

an existential cheesecloth
till it glows with its least

sullied being –
till it feeds all unimpededly

on everything in front of it.
Bear the brunt of it.

Be utterly available.
Become the unassailable.

The loss of strife
may drive you mad.

But oh, the life
you will have had!


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