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Finding Alone

When humdrum begets hubbub
I feel the riptides of Night
Pull against my sunken ankles
And forces despite me cry out

Deep calls to deep
And the subregions
Of my soul answer

And I am drawn into the dark,
Where, on this plod of green ground –
Handed down to me by blood and
Deed- I find in the dim quiet of evening

the Solitude of stars.

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3 thoughts on “Finding Alone

  1. Evelyn says:

    “Handed down to me by blood and
    Deed- I find in the dim quiet of evening

    the Solitude of stars.”
    HOLY SHIT. Thats amazing…

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