St. Leonard touched a philistine
A sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme
But even he was "not much nourished by modern love."
So i told her that everything she does is divine
And she replied with a blank expression (an object lesson in making me feel benign)
Then whispered, "independence and indifference are the wings which allow the heart to fly."
Feelings i抳e had too often, still no plan in place to soften the inevitable blow (the rituals we know).
And with the right revolting piety of tone,
The word "freedom" can make you want to lock yourself in a deep dark dungeon.
But I know everybody follows pleasure, everybody gets somewhere.
I swear, I wish I could be less aware...
Now it抯 absolutely clear to me that solitude is not the same as singularity,
But that抯 not why i抦 lonely.