amazed alone
swimming in the fish bowl
the water is music
closed door and four chords
played on an out of tune piano
rippling my ears the air
light dripping like honey
through the window gold
laying lazy on the floor refracted and warm
in my self-same elemental chaos
there is no need to introduce the order
of social interactions where the cracks
stand out stinging singing solos spot-lit
not this exquisite harmony
of solitude
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