Alone

How alone can such a word be
empty of fruits, or benefits
a word tied to lack of fullness.
Alone a word, alone my friend.

These untouched phases
face changes of sharing others
at loss for just any other
a vessel without its crew....

Alone the ship rocks
ropes creaking in silent seas
blinded and warmed by sunlight.

How damned can one feel
standing alone, staring onward
looking upward without charts
when one admires nothing
adores nothing
contains nothing except a word
a feeling-
of being hatefully alone...

And we shall covet all
I shall trumpet ill tunes
to soundless musics humming
as the world cracks and splits
and leaves me alone
watching...

6/29/2002