‘’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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