Outlier

I babble the last of my being
into the first light of the new day,
lay, lacking an audience and
desiring none.
………………………….I am the one

who walks from that piece of earth
to this, under the empty skylight,
accompanied only by the rising
pre-dawn birdsong and the
fading symphony of crickets.

—–[|]——
Symphony
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