by Hännah Schlaudt
A life in time demands limitation,
A choice of one good over another.
So many words to read, words you must know.
Pick now; tomorrow is no surety.
Which words shall I read, and dwell with now?
Stacked around me, my books are tower’d walls
Insulation from thoughts my own (flattened
By one-angle sight). Useful? Is that all we
Measure this endeavor by? We are lost
If the mad press of time and standards
Strangle the pure delight of stories; worlds
Tumbling open for eager minds and hearts
Hungry for revelation, glory loose
In Adam’s inheritance; steward this.
Hännah Schlaudt, Junior Editor of Quad Magazine, is learning that the King likes to laugh.