*This sonnet was majestically composed in collaboration with the lovely and brilliant Rose Gregoire.
How long was I asleep like a proud bug deep in her nest? All of my life was ease and wealth until I became a bit smug— and all about was hunger, dearth, and disease! So cozy was life that I was content, snug, self-assured, sure, and self-satisfied without awareness of my confident pride and the fact that I was gratified. Crash! Why is my world so swiftly shattered? My hopes and dreams quake, rattle, and quiver! Clattering are my hands; my luggage tattered! Collision strikes as I now shake and shiver. From above—life goals now reveal with brute force: I'll forge ahead anon without remorse!
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