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loginquitas

Loginquitas:

distance remoteness isolation;

separated from others.

 

No specification about how it is,

what it is,

if it comes as a wall between

or only a space, unrightfully empty.

 

Isolation indicates past ongoing,

a thing not just temporary,

but potentially permanent,

a sentence like prison solitary,

like a state of celibacy,

a vow of silence given under duress.

 

Remoteness means far away,

not just a length of earth -

an Everest of longing,

ice shifting underfoot and when the footing goes,

down another interminable edge,

there the freeze into narrow sleep.

 

Distance like roads in the Midwest,

seeing for hundreds of miles,

the knowing discomfort, the steady hunger,

a fact that is this:

lost, interminably lost, losted after.

 

Separated from others is the afterthought,

the side effect, the symptom-sick,

visible, wriggling nakedly.

Worm-like, burrowed into itself.

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