In this place
separate solitudes now.
Emptied of compassion
and windows of words.
All that is left
are computer drifts
and coded verse.
Not even the Buddha
understands.
But I will not be stripped away.
I see the sky’s
beating pulse every day.
And my lungs fill with life.
My solitude is no wasteland
and no setting sun.
Just a place to witness
silence and surrender to love.