SOLO

SOLO

back inside the underside of a lit but dwindling light
rests my stolid un yielding desires for solitude
for my unrequited yearning to be free
of all attachments young and old
to run through the stasis
of my limbs
to dive
headlong
into
the waters of a new life
the evolving life I've made for myself
alone and filled with fantasies that sustain
that build and grow each moment only to be interrupted
by the banality of every day routine machines and their thin crusted emptinesses
at present my longing is ebbed by the subversity and secracy derived from keeping it to myself