Alone(Poem)

Aloneness is
being drunk
with questions
and dichotomies.

Aloneness is not
a sad clock that
has a time of its own
but a moment with
its own eternity
transcending the tides of thoughts.

Aloneness is
a fresh slate
a virgin land
a polished mirror
a pause
a surprise
a light and
a vacuumed relaxation.

Being alone
is togetherness with vast distances
and a state of explicitness and implicitness.

A quantum state of duality
with wet words and dry neurons.

—Drunken Monk.


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