Solitude is not the same as being alone.

the former is aspirational

the latter just dismal

you choose solitude,

luxury in the silent wrapping of self

dipping into dark quiet and reverie.

alone has a keening, hankering haunt

tense and taught as you lean to a touch, any touch

make a contact

light the bulb

or you wish.

my ripples extend undisturbed

There’s no venn intersection

no point

though many cross moments

no point



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