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There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.

I can see the path laid out for me
For now, I can taste the sweetness in the air
as the sky weeps
But one day, these earthly dwellings will hover vigorously over me
Until i’m planted firmly in the ground

I can see the path laid out for me
For now, I can hear the humming outside my window, and I sing along
But one day, the soil beneath me will call relentlessly
And I will willingly answer
every soulless summon
Until there is no one left to dig me back up,
and nothing left to stop me

The love I yearn for is quiet
Within deep, dark trenches of woodland,
she thrives
Beneath bright blue blooms of spring,
she hides
Where the soil is soaking still,
and the steps taken upon it are silent
Unseen and unheard —
Invisible to the air around her
But felt demandingly
by those within