‘’One rough business this writing life.’’
Sail the Rough weather,
Roughing it always,
This writing
away day and night,
Of my angst and disappointment,
This typing
always noon or moon,
On the polished web of
global access,
Computing or cascading,
This withering life
is painful,
Yet is not a rough business,
This is pleasant and eglantine
Of writing
life, of strife, sacred.
This business of writing life.
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