It also occurs to me that the topography of the poem follows the same thread as the morphing of the word willing: the first stanza being a rational flourish of willed thought, while what follows breaks down into the sort of imaginal logic that only poetry (which is always willing to die in various ways) can elucidate. A choice is offered, and the poem takes it. That leaves it up to the reader not to resist : to be Willing.
Nemo
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