solitude stares back
never a word given in response
as if no topic has out-scoped it
no view grander by distraction
no intimacies whispered
closer to the heart
not the expected interpretation
as in loneliness
more the solidity of being, expressed
yes remote is sometimes the apparel
privacy is never the intention
but at times, the dialogue
is just closely with oneself
yet the sense of seclusion
intends to include all others
just not topic bound
in the same way
all feelings are the web communally
yet there is a sense of self as ignite
the lighthouse is love
but the ship of me sails across the sea
living in the draw of that light
even if that ocean is before me
solitude is never remote
as on the backside of every breath taken
still, sentience is in the weave of my being
mysterious is in all ways, calling
solitude is all ears . . .
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