Small dark moments

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
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.


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