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Expiation
It is a patron saint of solitude,
As lovers walk, hand in hand -
Out of reach, of the real darkness
On the beach,
Cloaked in a shadowy cove,
Where the loners roam -
Sinning the sin
Of being
Alone,
As the snow white sea foam
Grows dark, as it
Embarks
Back into the tenebrosity
Of the sea,
Unseen,
No longer experiencing
The dream
Interwoven – Interweaved
With observation,
Believed;
But what does that mean?
I just know the glow
Of the black hole
By mathematics,
Theories,
&
Personal cosmologies.
I just know
The dark side of the moon
By the dream world
Of the unseen
World.
And I am given
A gift,
Written in a light whirl,
Seen, it seems -
In
Expiation.
Published 23rd Dec 2021
Author's Note
I had these ideas...
I was exploring the darkness.
Exquisite.
I was going to write more about my thoughts
on equilibration on different planes.
I observed them take precedence at the surface.
I observed.
I located the ideological nucleator cell.
"The Patron Saints of Solitude"
That's the shit man.
Death and The Darks Side of the Moon.
And others, perhaps.
For which I am searching...
I was exploring the darkness.
Exquisite.
I was going to write more about my thoughts
on equilibration on different planes.
I observed them take precedence at the surface.
I observed.
I located the ideological nucleator cell.
"The Patron Saints of Solitude"
That's the shit man.
Death and The Darks Side of the Moon.
And others, perhaps.
For which I am searching...
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23rd Dec 2021 7:16pm
Dear CO,
I admit to traveling my own road on this one. I read the word “solitude” and drifted into a dream of a peaceful soul and clouds that protected me from hurt and pain. This is a remarkable thought provoking poem that leads readers to their own beautiful journey’s. Merry Christmas, my friend. H🌷
I admit to traveling my own road on this one. I read the word “solitude” and drifted into a dream of a peaceful soul and clouds that protected me from hurt and pain. This is a remarkable thought provoking poem that leads readers to their own beautiful journey’s. Merry Christmas, my friend. H🌷
