solitude is a blessing
solitude is a curse
a relief from noise and static
a blank canvas to make things worse
kiss me and silence these words
the angels and the demons
are on my swing set taking turns
miss me
the distance pulls and burns
the rainstorm of my memory
blocks the sun and churns
so this is how we learn
neglect to wash your soul,
you grow a victim to earth's germs
so this is how we learn!
the capture and release
of exotic birds
