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LABYRINTH OF LONELINESS

Time travel needs no machine

And of all the triggers

Loneliness is the master teleporter

Knowing no bounds, exponentially expanding with every breath

You’d do better enumerating every last one of the stars above and beyond our galaxy

Or attempt the colossal mathness of capturing the summation of snowflakes as they descend in a blizzard

As to determine the myriad of methodical ways this particular and familiar serial killer attacks

Just as easily can you be found either making a desperate grab for the sandman

Standing in a crowded line endlessly waiting for some obscure thing

Having a dinner for two, or at the family barbeque

There will be no mapquesting your way out of this maze

Having more in common with the pathetic prey

Ensnared in a hellish spider web of both churning dire memories

And those deeply secret, forever locked, yearnings for a life

That bares no resemblance to the present entity, the antonym of a gift

And you are not shocked at the perpetual whispering litany of “Take me!”

“Please, please, please, take me anywhere but here!”

The urge to flee making your veins crawl like so many serpents under the epidermis

Don’t worry, your wish is soon granted leaving you in a pose of supplication

Because, yes, you are anywhere but at the place you sit, stand, or lie

So divided in a chokehold legion of stargates wormholing you down the throat of desperation

But at that velocity, hope is as untouchable, though visible, as the rays of light swirling around you

Yet you are only inches away from the specters of humanity

Moving purposelessly in your vicinity

But they are peripheral beings at best

Perception is a tricky bitch!

Otherwise how do you explain how being smothered in loneliness

Is as equally detrimental in a crowd as in solace

Time is stretching, accelerating, undulating in its stillness

Curiously ironic that the acronym LOL takes on a new meaning

Because the labyrinth of loneliness can have you laugh out loud

Such a natural reaction as this is the end result

Of the agonizing scream’s journey from your soul to the outer world

Surely the body’s defense mechanism to keep the pain

From creating an implosion of spontaneous combustion

Finding yourself in familiar confusion that though made of the same ingredients

Grows from that small cone put in the cotton candy machine to the cloud holding no sweetness

Bursting with the fullness of the nothingness of utter solitude