He sent me sheaf of several pieces recently penned and told me to take my pick for the next several days, as he is traveling and uncertain of access to the internet.
solitude
standing alone
is not so bad, when one reflects
of the imperfection of self-deception
often required to run with a herd,
be they cattle to the slaughter,
proud of their thunder,
or lemmings to the cliff-edge
pleased that they fit in.
although it does get very quiet
sometimes, in the dead of the night,
without you there.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Monday, May 12, 2008
solitude
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