Solitude

I was already late when I bumped into solitude
I pulled it along for company
I was running into a wood head first
Getting my face grazed by the moon
(It felt like yoghurt, by the way)
I rushed ahead of myself so as not to lose nerve
And I had to remind myself that I am not the enemy
But a simple troglodyte entranced by fires
That the many-worlds are dripping with probability
And that nothing is more sacred
Or more profane
Than love

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