Alone

born to exile

risen in solitude

they leave me alone

I give them my gratitude

It's not lonely

or dark

or solemn

It's lovely

and stark

and quiet

I sit, uninhibited, uninterrupted

and watch

as the world wraps and folds and turns into itself

crumpling as the sheet of paper in the notebook or the universe

the one to be thrown away for mistakes made upon it

I understand all

but partake in little

I am not alone

I have my self

The broken

and the scared

and the token

They come to me for guidance

I do my part, give them satisfaction

and they return to their lives of alliance

while procrustean bigots sheperd them to war

but they are content, content with compliance

I don't loathe them

I don't love them

I respect them

as they do me

In this world of herds and sheperds

of predators and prey

of war

a world where good is named evil and evil is exalted

I do not lead

I do not follow

I watch

alone

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