"to find the perfect place for yourself"
~for Sally B.
a birthday present for a dear friend~
~~~~~~
a odd gem of a definition,
seemingly, well, niche~perfection,
each of us a prefecture,^
a legit place for each of us,
iconoclasts^ all, mavericks,
clean cut bohemians, or not,
we find an niche on a seaside cliff,
and write on,
enjoying a shelf
with light, sea air, steady breeze,
our nutrition of daily nature's embracing,
auto~fulfilling all that we need,
the latitude of loneliness
a chief ingredient of our composite natures,,
all of us contented latitudinarian^ humans,
equidistant latitudinally, from each other
east an/or west of our location's
prime meridian^
attitudinally,
and yet,
we are both. con and dis. we are both.
connected,
on our just-big-enough ledges of basalt and chalk,
ah yes,
a community of poets,
we exist in space like heavenly stars,
gathered together in holy
galactic matrimony,
but each of always an
icon,
well hid word~millionaires,
resting upon niches
unto ourselves,
soulful solitaires,
the royalty of the
widely admired,
virtual unknowns,
we
personages
who scribble words,
sandblasting them away,
"with away with you, my beloved,"
with a kiss 'n wave,
ours alone
just for a few momentary
minutes of gloating gloom of-madness,
till we gift~give them away
coated with cries for the loss of our plain pain,
wrapped in sighs of self~satisfying pleasuring,
there goes another piece of me,
I am that poem'
and now
no longer alone
evermore
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2:36am
Oct 29
2025
sitting on the edge of my bed within invisibility of total darkness