Assonance.

Living in my time,
people seem to be
all about that assonance.
We sigh, cry, lie, and die
and expect sex to fix our complexes
and resurrect our shipwrecks.
We fear the end, the death, the last breath
that patiently awaits, not so far away –
the termination of our restless, relentless march.
Or, we could stop worrying so morbidly
about our alliteracy and appearances
and relish this squishy, delicious experience.

© Rylan Skelly, August 2018


About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo; I have a love for all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between; I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns; I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse; I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with; and I am a doing being, just like you!

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I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo; I have a love for all major world religions - Eastern, Western, or in between; I'm genderqueer, and I'm comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns; I'm married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse; and I am a doing being, just like you!

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