The Hermitage
Alone.
Square walls close inward
slanting out light
straightening hope.
Displaced memories hover
insulating resistance to wholesome thought.
Mouldering bane
Tortuous recall
restricts grace.
Racing through pallid walls
suspended dreams grey
preserving dimness.
Reckless solo banter subjugates solace
scaring
crushing aspiration.
Company is the wayward bug
flying inward
through the gaping screen
defying regulation
to open
unprotected refuge...
insect thwarts total isolation.
Languid
work collects dusty melancholy.
Stalled: industry
Ceased.
FLY!
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