Vaporisation

Open wooden door standing alone in a grassy moorland under storm clouds

I solitudify my abode
When like-mindedness ceases to exist
I was alone, am alone, will remain alone
Then why let anyone nuisancify themselves?

The door refuses to open
belling, intruding strangers recede
they need to find another victim
to de-venomise crowded minds

I dance, I trance, I de-react myself
I peacify my innards, till they stop
thirsting or hungering – just white light
permeates my being. I evaporate


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