Oh, Are We Alone

solitude is not just--yet is just to be quiet alone

Admittedly we receive some fundamental feelings of pleasure from quietness.
On the other hand, alone is an assumed seclusion, of circumstance, not of intent.

Then an acquiescence: you and I, we humans, are not intended for isolation from others, however may be that nearness, could be better just over there, and not right here.

Or thing is right here, may be nearer over there, and overwhelmingly lonely may be breast on chest, if one can not reach to touch that another.

Now there is this wondering, reclusiveness may be of a fear of there is no perfect. Or is perfection an arrangement of sepals and petals during that waiting and budding.

May you with I, develop to we, for perfection of a kind and time, or is apotheosis only for that bud begining swell before and as it opens.

Though now, and anyhow there is not some wish to be troglodyte to the state of wanting, damp, dark, or cozy, caves for my future.