solitary strand
the only way to see,
the only way to feel,
the only way to understand,
is to be alone.
that strange and absolute-
I.
only separate from the “we”-
only alive inside my own soul-
only alone, in the aching vastness of infinity,
hanging like the moon in innumerable clouds,
I am.
a strand of silver
aloft in the limitless night.
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