by Alicia Millar
A life punctuated with
question marks,
exclamations of sorrow or outrage
and ellipses thrown out into space like fishing line
to prompt the universe
to give an answer
- ANY answer
as to why things are
and why we must carry out this life-sentence?
Where is the POINT in it all?!...
No answer to the question comes,
but as always,
the daisies nod their heads in the breeze
as if to assure us:
"Don't worry, you'll see it at the end."
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