An Esoteric Art
I have a master's, a Ph.D., and two ancillary degrees
In Loneliness.
Oh, to be sure, I'm an expert in the field.
I know my subject matter, upside down, inside out, sideways.
You might even say I'm a sage, a guru, a mahatma.
But you're wondering, perhaps,
What all the wisdom implicit in my education entitles me to,
What opportunities have opened up to me,
What enlightenment I've ultimately derived,
As a result of my rigorous, intimate discourse with loneliness.
Should you need me to satisfy your curiosity,
Your own wish to delve into my specialty,
Let me tell you this:
Loneliness is an esoteric art, best dealt with one-on-one,
Between you and your dark heart,
And unless there's a necessity to know more about this topic,
A reason crucial to your survival, don't pursue it.
Surely you've heard of Pandora's box.
Even if not, just consider me a freak, and leave it at that.
Probing loneliness is self-consuming — suicide.
11/14/08 - (2)
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