To decipher the world
piecing together minutae, that go unseen
like a map
or feel it as deep as the earth; wide as the ecstatic bloom of a flower
There she smiles to hide the pain,
of standing lonely before a facade
restrained in every way
from changing what's behind.
lonely callings yet -
as Holmes and Keats and Lizzie know
they wouldn't have it any other way.
With love to companions in text Sherlock Holmes, John Keats, and Elizabeth Bennet. To have them on our side when it feels like a burden - reminds me that the volume of our feelings, insights and perception can always be put to good use.
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