For all of my life, I have always thought of being alone
As something to vanquish.
I’ve always imagined a great wrong being done.
All of my life I have been so wrong.
It is a kiln that fires the dull clay of my soul
Into a vast vessel, capable of holding everything –
Even the seductive kiss of silence as a lover.
It is the beginning of green lush living.
It is the start of what is feral.
It is the germ of wildness that thrives in each of us.
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