there comes a time when we all reflect on the presence of others or the lack of their presence. I do this often as even my own species seems to be community oriented and in keeping with the company of others...I had a wonderful conceptual poem I writ today on my social network but felt it deserved more attention. I didn't it title it then but have come up with one befitting the mood...
~Singularity~
the absence of a communal relativity
within a coalescing mutuality of existence
can be detrimental to one's health
and id
it is never good to be without
it is never wise to be within
there is an affront to being withheld
especially from all
but this lacking, this yearning
drives the spirit from the cave
forces the soul from the flesh
pushes the mind from the mundane
transports this "matter"
along lit line
to places beyond
and farther still
how I lament this condemnation
when can I resurrect the death
of what was natally spewn
when the pieces are infinite
for now
there I sit foraging
for the particles that will fill
my famine and my will.
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves
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