lone

alone can take many different shapes.

alone folds over me. the point at which we all walk with severed cords, half empty hearts.

alone can feel together, elated by the memory. together is there also. its not completely solitary. sometimes we look outside of peripheral.

alone is a lot of things, alone comes at birth, even in my mothers arms the one who brought life to me, alone is coming. life is that way.

i am a wild flower, travelling gyspy who loves the earth. I sing about the empty road, the open soul.


'falling back to separateness, to be always and irrevocably other blooming outside domestic gardens."