Alone with an untouched, untainted voice in me
I blunder into a rarefied mist of thoughts, listening, holding my breath.
A pause amidst thunders of vocabulary.
Gratefully the end comes liberating the sap from earth.
Intense pain isolates you from the drama of life.
Maimed by three dimensional negativity
You walk straight inhaling the scent of death row.
The tapestry of pain outlines the path.
Your shoulders are broad with pride.
Nostalgia of a blooming tree.
Grateful to summer, it gives you the aloneness.
Like stars, we are sailing in our separateness.
The perfumed gathering tenders no apology.
I always detested the comparison of heights.
