Poetry Project 2017: Day 51

Universal Truths,
are there none?
One life,
a zillion,
what is the common thread?
Only metabolizing and living?
Or something more –
an inner magical experience…
If that exists,
isn’t it cruel?
My solitude can never
your solitude.
How sad.
How beautiful.
Our inner lives,
forever cut off from the world.
Ultimate privacy,
and ultimate solitude.
Exquisite loneliness,
the only
universal truth.


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