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.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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