aren’t we all alone
each one of us
in our own loneliness
or are we all together
into this singular loneliness
aren’t we all alone
keeping in tune with loneliness
into this unique lone universe
keeping in pace with ourselves
aren’t we all alone
trying to huddle with loneliness
seeping in more of this loneliness
judging by mere appearances
aren’t we all alone
deep down trying to reach out
looking up to bare sky
trying out garbs made up of sly
aren’t we all lonely
baking a meal out of rye
cooking bones covered with hunger
raking coals with watered ambers
searching for unknown
looking up to Gods
created out of sturdy hands
with brains emptied of trust
devoid of faith
in the garb of alien deities
that were erected while
all of us had been senile…
