We
mightn’t have embarked
upon
that strange excursion
into
Soul our friendship is
had
we not separately undergone
the
stirrings of a holy rabid
loneliness:
a darkness far
exceeding
night – the building
toward
a crippling secret fright
felt well before we knew
there
could be solace for it
in
the meeting of two pairs
of
eyes. But here we are,
far
past surmise, my friend:
despite
our knowing, though
we
dare not wonder to each
other
when, the thing will end.
.
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