I have known, with constant frequency,
an aloneness whose coming i recognize
but to which produce no obstacle.
Its permeating presence is one
so grand it cannot be discouraged.
I have also given up to try to
give myself distraction in its company. I
(and in each concession i gain more nervous
fear, for i can only watch.)
(and in each watching moment
I am more at wonder)
I have never been an one to ask
for help, But here there less will
in any skill to help me.
Intent is pure but one
carry a cup to the river,