Alive Alone
Was dead inside without you
Dragging a thousand empty days
No one else here speaks truth
To a pariah lost mid haze
Yet this scoundrel springs eternal
Both nocturnal and diurnal
There's plenty to be said
But let's keep it cryptic instead...
Constant state of rediscovery
Permutations occur in isolation
Island transformed as a sovereign nation
Waylaid by fate on the road to recovery
Eldest redwoods aren't heard falling
Except by a lone Hermit or Hierophant
Everyone else poses questions too elegant
To actually answer their true calling.
So let's break format — forsaking any argument
Being in love with oneself isn't really that appalling;
Advaita!
We are each other after all
And who'll play the gods if not us, lively starling?
Major Arcana - The Hermit
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