poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Secret flight
tonight I fly in secret, to the one that makes the world aright the one with the power to hold me, keep me in the world her world I am xenitis a foreigner of every world save hers for she has made a world - that maker of worlds - just for me with an abundance of space for my solitude my remoteness for the vast distances between my heart which she anchors with hers and my ever-wandering indomitable, insatiable mind tonight I fly to her without notice for the surprise of reunion is a shivering in her breast a joy special, that I wish for me for my desolate heart that was meant never for such separation [7-V-2021]
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