I think the feeling of loneliness
creeps up and grabs us (from time to time)
to make sure we don't settle for fluff.
Loneliness, at least the kind I sometimes experience,
is such a ruthless state... it will accept no counterfeit
consolation. No hugs from a mannequin. Or fake
laughter from a can. This grizzly beast strips me,
not as a cruelty... but as a centering.
This is the work of the tart and the terrible,
to help us grow from a weeble-wobble,
to a sure-footed person who can dance
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Love is where we come from.
Life is finding our way back.