Dry and clean

No loneliness inside the raining apartment.

All had left to their appointments,

one to travel, one unravelled, studying not to think,

and the other camping to spread some wing.

And I seated inside, and there's no loneliness.

The completing feeling of being complete alone,

and the bared feet on the gelid stones,

all so lovely as a most welcoming sensation.

To live alone and not to be alone,

it took some time for the completude to come,

but now it's settled, and it seems not to moan.

Still stillness takes some room,

All is quiet, nothing is gloom,

And people insist to call riot what is actually moon.

Time makes skin cold and pleasant

And in an ackward way it wants to be welcome.

It is a child,

it should know it was not made to be loved or understood.