Solitude lasts

Heaven is filled with ​the selfish, and self-indulgent poets.

I love dusk over dawn. I abhor crowded rooms.

I fear tunnels and crave the solitude,​ of my amber cave.

The silence will repair me. What is new, I knew.

Dreams fade in the orange glow of dawn. Never memory. Too bad, too.

In October, more orange on the earth. Screaming:

Come play with us on the step…