Sometimes the keyboard <br />gets fed up with sausage fingers <br />and takes matters into <br />it own electric energies, <br />its cyber wisdom that knows <br />only nought and one.. <br /> <br />and who wants to hear a poem <br />about ‘my’ loneliness <br />as if writing about it will dump it all on you <br />and I can get on with my life <br /> <br />but oneliness ah that’s something <br />I don’t even need to write a poem about <br />I only need to say it and you know <br />exactly what I mean <br />now the computer has reminded me: <br /> <br />when you’re complete, invulnerable, <br />need nothing more; when even dreams <br />fall still in awe of oneliness.. <br /> <br />oneliness.. it has the sound of authority <br />as if medieval mystics like Juliana of Norwich <br />or the writer of the Cloud of Unknowing <br />are sharing the knowing of it with us; <br /> <br />perhaps the computer, too, switched off at night, <br />sighs and knows with a shiver of delight <br />that state that knows itself like maybe <br />nought and one may know themselves; like <br />truth just knows itself; <br />so good, so beautiful; warm <br />as a shared heart; <br /> <br />oneliness<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oneliness/
