Trying so desperately to reach out
But refusing to move an inch
Wrapped warmly in
The safe nook of my mother's abandonment
This house which is so wholly mine
Bundled in the acceptance of isolation
In the purity of silence
And the resurrection of assurance
Keeps pushing me on to stillness
Towards the depths of waters so black and undisturbed
Yet so disturbing
In the consciousness and hyper-intensity
Senses alerted
To the desensitization and apathy
To the irony
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