Fuzzy White

The fuzzy white cloud of nothingness

is a welcome void

after being the

void.

And so alone

is alone

remains alone 

in the loss of one

condoned

condemned 

is all the same

to weary ears

who have lost 

the will and hope

to hear.

So lonely is the

only

in the

droning

of the 

droning

and the slowly

lowly

lonely

is the loner who is loaning

every thought and scheme and feeling pindrop madness of a subtle sorrowed

thought

a dripping drop

of fetal blood 

amongst a vast desert expanse of 

dark blue grey black clouds and

temples of stark white contrasted

in a mountain fade

epitome

of 

one

and 

only

lonely

once

alone.

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