Friends Only

I am the child at the alter

I sit at the foot of God

pressed, breathing, listening,

against the body of an ancient oak

to the same song that can be heard

in the roar of a single seashell.

This is a world than can only be reached

alone.

And loneliness is;

terrible, and

wonderful,

and painful and

great

and sometimes I

I feel like a newborn child

staring

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