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This eating-outdoors-at-a-bistro-by-myself Saturday evening, The first night of the Memorial Day weekend, I realize palpably, viscerally, That all the people who've meant anything to me Affectionately, devotedly, soulfully Are nowhere to be seen, on my psyche's empty screen. Nor am I. The guy possessing my flesh is equally invisible.
How do aloneness and loneliness coalesce so harmoniously, Without their victim knowing what's going on Until it's way too late to stop the insidious process Responsible for the destabilizing isolation, inanition, Reverse the damage done, from humiliation and shame, To the once-vibrant, witty, compassionate, healthy soul? I wish the wisdom of my spirit would come to my rescue.
But all that resonates, in my disconsolate conscience, Is the distressing complexity of incomprehensibility, Which whispers destiny's unfamiliar, afflictive inevitabilities, Telling me that the privileges, gifts of birth Guarantee no one the keys to the kingdoms divine or wordly, Rather that life is a viciously cynical minister Preaching the pernicious fend-for-yourself gospel of "go it alone."
05/29/10 - (3)
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