solitude

how can i explain this,
to you.
This is what
I'm thinking,
thinking
about the long lashed boy
and his chasm of need
so deep that I still haven't
heard the coin I dropped in.
He's alright, you know.
He's alright.
So what if he gets mad
when I take the local
and he's on the express.
Not my problem.
Or is it?
I don't really care,
and that's where I
have to answer to my conscience.
Remedy this, it says.

But I still dream of him
and I tell myself,
even in those dreams,
you're not allowed here
anymore,
we don't have that kind
of relationship
anymore.
I guess those energies
go somewhere though.

I am so glad I have my divinity.
We are so small, our concerns
so small, so not truly of ourselves,
manifestations of that divinity,
acting out divine things
through energy concentrations.
To me it makes perfect sense.