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Hermetic
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The lone man moves,
Answering knockings unheard.
He lives not alone,
But alone in the word.
He aches with the love,
That understands him,
Not of desire,
Nor of the whim.
He continues to gaze,
As the well is deep.
He can see the clear water,
But cannot cool his feet.
He thinks of days,
And thinks again,
For memories are now,
As the moment then ends.
He wonders his way,
And gives thanks for his birth,
Though he slowly contemplates,
Another one on this earth.
The beginning of this was mesmerizing... I catch myself reciting the first stanza as I write this. Oh wow, very insightful. Another one of those that I think should be published and available for the world to read and awe about.
This is a very nice piece...it holds up well in the long run. I have just joined this site. Please comment on my work if you have time "between concrete" (when i have time i will ck out the website, hope you get the music "in swing") Deborah
As always, your poetry is extremely insightful. You are definitely to be described as a sensitive writer. This is beautiful. Amy