To not be a part of.
Public idiosyncrasies that are inherently
None of my business,
Kept that way. On purpose.
Antisocial circle, of one.
A Sunday spent too close to
The nearby noise - of others.
People.
Around, everywhere, disinterest,
Grown.
Had I ever suspected that invisibility might
Undermine the allure
Of everything 'known'.
I am older.
Intolerant perhaps
Of including others
On this horizon I've been living with
Muted in diligence.
Solitude is my catalyst
Of discovery befitting of time
Time to donate to unearthing more reams
Of who I am, and what I have
Become, and
Have been
Becoming.
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