loneliness is a brick mason

alone means
that they all pile up
like so many November leaves
harbingers each
of skeletal limbs left cold
like a rug dirty with the
piling up of days
that creep shadowy down
the brick hall —

a heart beats faint with
prescience that for now
the art is safe.

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