I have never feared
the silence of alone,
and I am not;
comforted now by,
the fast laughter of
children in the streets below,
the rhythmic hum of a
wild beasts' idle release,
as it tamely lays
within my thought;
A broken seal reveals
the birds beyond this proper cage;
and the fighting limbs,
searching for the heart of light
between the trees;
I am not alone.
I have hands
pressing my thighs at night;
I have a remainder
inside left to breathe,
till bodies cannot contain a mold;
I am not alone as
this condition crowds
around a boundless
sadness;
I am not alone;
till there is you;
and the fear lets free, and bounded birds are clearly seen,
as failing latches struggle to give and release. and
the sun.
the sun sighs for its last collide
and I am almost lost inside someone else's thought;
yet,
I am not alone,
as we press our eyes
against this page
and pretend that,
beyond this thought, that
I am not alone.