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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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