Long Sweet Solitude

O’ long sweet solitude
beside You
and if not with You,
then surrounding the thought of,
If not the thought,
then within the vast lingering emptiness
that only Your limitless essence could leave.
I melt and pour myself into Your mold
I harden to become Your cast.
It seems, whether I am or am not,
I am either You, or becoming You.

tis nothing if not heard

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