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The Attributes Of Solitude
by Philip F De Pinto
once upon a stopped watch
one went foraging in the wood
for the attributes of solitude
from the rude world of time
one would retreat in a heart beat
repeat - from the rude world of time
one would retreat in a heart beat
of a sudden a wind hissed in one's ear
all those who seek such attributes are conversely
turned to stone - all those who groan and whimper
and moan for solitude
who once were times tool
who drooled for such in a world's crowded vestibules - yet
it was one's fondest wish to turn to stone
although one trusted that the wind was no truth teller
but a jester of the highest order jesting a kidder in the flesh
once upon timelessness
one happened upon a stream in the wood
finding oneself at its edge if not its rim
time's morality as yet to be purged - as yet remnant in one's ear
whispered shame on you stream for parading around fully in the round
as you do - the stream countering - shame on you human!
if anyone is or should be at liberty
to parade naked in its own room it is I - the stream
one felt shame - stumbling and staggering upon such fluid wisdom
who walked further along the edge if not the rim of the stream
wherein basked a stone up to its navel
who remarked - at the sight of nakedness why are humans so uptight?
to which the human had no bright reply given shame was time's tool
that great mime - the stone which had many syllabic bones to pick with humans
who for an instant found its tongue - which upon such revelation
reverted back to stone before one could ask
if the wind had indeed been telling one the truth about turning to stone?
alas one will never know but always suspect that the wind
which was never purported by any who were not time's tool
to be a teller of truth but a jester of the highest order
jesting a kidder in the flesh - who suspected that the wind itself
weary of drooling in the world's crowded vestibules
would mislead a human - given a wind was in this very wood
to forage the very attributes of solitude that are sought by one
once upon a stopped watch
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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