This Life Sentence

A poem

The Swan, №12, Group IX/SUW, Hilma af Klint — 1914–1915


This life sentence — 
is there
meaning, purpose
or random absurdity?

At the end,
will I want to hold on?
Will I feel my impending death is a loss?
Or, will I be happy to
pass through this vale of tears?

I studied philosophy
looking for wisdom, 
and answers
about existence.

All I got were questions.
They told me the questions
were more important 
than the answers.
I asked why?
They handed me an 
embossed piece of paper.

I first asked that question at three.

All these years later,
no answer.



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