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Feb 2023
Tis like living in a cube.
Such is the life of solitude.
May have something to do with the mood of attitude,
Maybe aptitude.
Tis neither negetive nor positive
Crisis defies it.
Meditation requires  it.
At birth, we are born solo.
Even twins have singular-individual intervals at birth.
The life we live is individually-singularly solo.
At death, tis a personal departure.
Some of us have made solitude a culture,
However there being no culture in solitude.
As i recall cupid.
When in solitude some of us are mistaken to be stupid,
I guess a magnitude of attitude is requested for one not be lonely when alone.
In solitude many have claimed to achieve self-realisation and greatness,
Perhaps this dimensional cube is to resolve mystery or create new ones.
Written by
Masibulele Ntsepo  30/M/Lusikisiki, South Africa
(30/M/Lusikisiki, South Africa)   
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