Extremities of Loneliness

Worries
that are artless
sole words


kneel down as water rushes overhead
keeping company
and the sounds are imaginative


cleaning
although polluted
flashes of emotion
dreams saying


what is heard
in distances past and future
achieve the impossible


walking away
pockets empty
over and over
again and again
now and never
again again soon


lost
outside of the city
the fire consumes
and the angel finds pleasure
suffering


a companion follows me
and it is nothing
but sounds and sights
of a welcomed prison
eeking out
daily writings
lost


once again this inadequate
too morose toast
to solitary attempts
at explaining the extremites of loneliness.