1SQ

I notice her
Like a congealed
Spirit awakening in
My soul of
Desperate, yes! yet
Unknown to me,
another, another, another,

The pain of the
fear (of) loneliness and
the exacting pain of
loneliness: The former
is demonstrated by
an insecure sense
of self or
an inability to
accept the predicament
of loneliness.
The latter
holds a
dichotomy.

An actualized self is held in contrast
to a septic pain of ‘alone’; it is
the irony of joyful/pain that bears the
contrast.