Why Must It Be?

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Why must life be
Enviously
Pursued by the one who scythes
Relentlessly?
 
Why must it be contrived
Out of need not to be lived but rather
Be encaging, cagily?
 
Why can’t the latter
She, the Reaper
Sit beyond the fuzzy border
And let the former
Be cozy under the moonlit ladder?
 
 
 
 

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