Alone

There is no midpoint
Sanctuary between surf
And shore, nor can it

Be disputed that all
Emotions are ensphered
Within unchangeable

Thoughts so carelessly
Devised as we surrender
Form and substance to

Subjacent energies veiled
In silent interreflection for
Less than a pulsation of

Cosmic causality at the
Intersect of privilege and
Liability where we find

Ourselves alone, fending
Off mea culpa aftermaths
Over inner force deficits

© Rob Taylor 2018, Noesis 


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