Loneliness

Outside this space is a succession of
More empty spaces, all in neat deserted
Rows of loneliness invisible behind the
Voids without markers. The whimpers
Of aloneness have no signs nor signals
Nor sounds nor smells. This translucence
Is all there is. Don’t mistake this white
Noise of the vacuum for heaven. The
Sterile compartments for lost souls
Are worse than that, this blind unseeing
Plain of absence, this friendless place.

R 08/04/2025 15:04 Norwich