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11/12/09
Myself
Spending so much time, day and night, by myself, Would be a stupendous liability, I once believed, A curse descended on me, from the gods of solitude,
A sentence imposed by the disciplinarians of stark loneliness, For my arrogating, to my self-absorbed psyche, Permission to say no to intimacy with friends as well as strangers,
In order to remember who I was, preserve my required isolation, Living an existence true to the poetic tenets I set for myself, Long years before, when I was just an apprentice,
Enamored of the rapture mere words, entire lexicons, could effect, The sheer mellifluousness of chiming vowels Singing into lines lyrically eliding into miraculous stanzas.
But such was not the case, I've joyously discovered. Indeed, isolation and I are perfectly suited to each other, Devotees with the same tastes, lovers of the closest kind.
And as we spend more and more time passionately entwined, I find that she is really me and I her, The two of us needing only one soul mate: poetry.
11/12/09
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