Solitude In the Shadows

In the shadows, there’s a certain clarity, A taste of downcast darkness, A truthful distillation. In the shadows, there’s a granularity, A note of deep resignation, A smokey reverie. In the shadows, there’s a drowsy gauze, A placid, pensive surrender, A tranquil, hushed balm. There’s a solitude in the shadows On the edges of our survival. In the shadows, there’s a roving phantasm, A secret summoning presence, A holy reckoning. In the shadows, there’s a biting wind, A polar pivot between life and death, A dark reaper beckoning. In the shadows, there’s a waiting epiphany, A shred of universal mind, A being and becoming. There’s a solitude in the shadows On the edges of our survival. In the shadows, there’s a quantum inkling, A blink of teleportation, A ghostly comprehension. In the shadows, there’s a whisper bodhi, A glint of mindful rapture, A quiet, private lumen. In the shadows, there’s a bead holding all, A speck of every thought, A trace of every entanglement, A solitude in the shadows. Accepted for Publication: The Opiate, Spring. 2024