Infinity Is Solitude

She will be mine, in the time, of reconsidered Reconcilliation; until that time is nigh I leave Her with the spinning light of asteroid and Stars of comfort high above the orange moon In charge of harvest for the orphaned lovers Often lost or stuck in limbo muck of some old Demon's dream. The few who do get through their purgatory Time (designed to alter mind and in that Alteration find resigned acceptance to a few Infusions true created to create a bitterless And better new) may well escape, not back in Time to states of grace but linear escape like Time with better feathered dart you'll fly to join The void where broken souls too soiled are placed Outside of grace inside the face enjoyed by solitude's Pure emptiness where lonliness begins its futile search To see a crack in space too black for cracks to ever Be observed by souls too blind to find a seam in Seamless space but does remind the mindless Mind--infinity is solitude, forever, of the never kind.