of cultivating loneliness?
Which animal stakes a toll
in harvesting solitude?
Where must I go so that
my bones mean less?
Why must I live within walls
so warped and crude?
Who are those devils that
strike fire and shoot noise?
How am I to be both
desired and destroyed?
I am just the presence
I have always known to be,
and that's just enough
to earn the end of me.
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