Alone
I met my Aloneness. It found me.
It moved into me, and I embraced it in an empty room.
In that moment I became full, a clear glass of sparkling water.
The sun and the moon were in that water, and the light of the stars.
I knew then that I was beautiful,
for all the light that ever was or ever will be
knew that it was Alone; a complete comprehension
that we vessels were created
to be these containers for Aloneness.
Since then I have been Alone in a crowded room,
I am defeated by my own grandeur,
and there is no we.
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