I am a hermit
i am a hermit, alone and
content
cradling solitude close to my breast, i worship.
i am a monk, reverent in silence
a still small voice and space to hear, i listen.
i am a dreamer, unfettered and alive
plucking from dreams invisible, i sing.
knocking so insistent mechanically
demands attention. i am robbed.
arrogance, having devoured its own
still hungers. i am stalked.
constant batterings outside seep inside
like cold stone they close indifferently
on every shrieking side
i am a prisoner.
© 2002 Lance Gallup
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