The fear of being alone causes the explosion of strange sensations to surface from the deep denizens of an inner cauldron where settles a sense of imperfect calm.
Deceptive volcanoes of anger also lie dormant for centuries waiting to blow star flung.
Just when the conquests of years of thinking through the destruction you arrive at a tsunami song that needs tuning.
Some more bruised bodies scattered minds with pieces lined up in perfection.
Walk on into the blistering night unafraid of solitude.