The Rut of the Insular


When the rain is coming sideways 

And the fog is inching near

Many times the universal feeling is alone-ness

But if it is universal, how can it still be true, completely?

It is a paradoxical, yes?


Somehow we can be crowded and still alienated, apart.

Never touching another in the way that is the least bit beneficial (in those times).

The gap to someone else feels like miles, becuase real interiors are too protected 

Fortified. Insular.

Like a walled city that starves itself into extinction, we can get into a rut like this.

What’s it like for you?


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