THE SOLITUDES
The hushed barren east Atlantic beach
on a past Phoenician harbour,
where vast sand dunes and waves meet
in a marriage of splendid isolated convenience.
The serene deserted snow covered mesa
where on a past Native flint quarry,
the whispering wind in the naked tree tops
communicating with the frigid Arctic quietude.
These are the tracts where my heart
feels most comfort,
These are are the zones where my mind
is most at ease.
The inner solitude corresponding to
natures outer solitude,
the paradox: the starkness and you. - [Dec 24/96]
[by Lubinous Labinous]
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