by Greg Hall
copyright 2008

“WHO”
May
Speak
)?
“Those who make
Loneliness
A darling lover,
Solitude a darling
Sin”…
Bring yr dreams
Yr aspirations, yr crimes,
Yr open throats,
“KEEP SINGING”
as yr howls and “mozartian ululations”
Are not “FATAL” to me…
Seek not in me
The source of yr pregnancy,
“I” “LEAVE”
“NO”
“TRACKS”
But the
Loneliness problem
You mention
“Compels”
“Me”
To “advise”
“You”
“MAKE
LONELINESS
A LOVER
AND SOLITUDE
A DARLING
SIN”

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