The longer time I spend alone
the larger the cave of my thinking becomes
Loneliness expands.
The tendrils of my thinking extend beyond reason
exploring the hidden
discovering the obvious
and all the while growing larger and darker and more
cavernous with each moment left alone
in the dark my voice echos off unknown and unseen surfaces
thrown back at me in a guise oft unspoken
oft not listened to
Thats the thing, the longer you stand alone
the more you discover there is to discover
the longer you wander
the deeper you will find yourself going
and eventually you come face to face
with yourself
but do not be fooled
for like the rings in an onion (and the tears they bring)
or the rings that denote the life of a giant oak
so to the self that you meet
is but one peeling of who you are
the further you step within this unkown infinite space
the more layers you may discover to peel away
and the more intimately you may come
to understand your own self
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Your poetry and prose are getting more and more profound and intense. Keep writing. Write more!
Dear Mr. Mercurio,
I just wanted to say that your poems are excellent and they help me to understand more about life. I myself am a poet (or at least trying to be one), and am new to your circle of fans. I was wondering if you have already or at least considered trying to publish a book of your poems? I think it would help so many other people and be a best seller! :) Kit