Exhilarating Self Exile
this city knows me not, its blank stares,
artificial lights,
ashen highways, muffled screaming,
silently fought fights;
it's not the place for me, I'm off to a
mountain enclave,
all by my lonesome in an earthen abode,
my lair, may cave,
gazing at dark greenery below, hearing
muted calls,
communing with soothing nighttime
shadows on the walls;
I'll watch the midnight moon sail across
the sky, a silver lake,
listen to feathery rustles in the night,
half-awake;
right there I shall have the most blissful
peace I've ever known,
my woes forgotten, I shall be sufficient
unto my own.
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