I am to be on my own.
Not yet - just now, but
soon, for coming days.
It thrills me to be on my
own, because
I always am, in many ways.
But I forget, and lose myself
in routine scatter and gathering.
In figure to ground, pattern catch
and loss, in signal to noise
- sum smattering. So
when it occurs to be on
my own, I get on it and ride!
'Cause I always am, but
it usually won't occur to me
to recognize. Solitude's
my jam.
Oh it's obvious why I forget
that point, with others' bright
arcs and lines drawing in,
uplifting me in interlace
of light. Picking up where
we lost ourselves, within.
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