The poetry of loneliness is a game of hide-and-seek. Ready or not here it comes finding you in the most unexpected of places. To reset the game run when caught. If you’re tired stop and listen. Loneliness is a messenger from an inner country whose contours you know like the shape of your room in the dark. It can be trusted like a difficult teacher can be wrapped like a cool shawl around your person. Sit still long enough and  something sacred will start to warm you from within.

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