All the ducks will have to die, I thought to my I, listening
To them make a ruckus on a pre-dawn pond nearby. Also,
I wondered if there's any chance at all that that's the test,
If some other version of a person, outside all this life
And death world, opted to volunteer to see how long
Before the punishing terms of this existence made it crack.
How much evidence of being stuck in a situation in which
Every being is stuck, however pathetically, perhaps comically,
Quack, having to die would such a being have to accept
Before surrendering? And is every being here, sweet morning light,
Under exactly this same, gethsemantic stress? The sun rose, bright.
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