THE HERMIT

I have crept to the window,
Five times by now.
The rushing, the enthuse.
I am not fully adapted to this.
But enjoy staring at the capable world.
And how far are they willing to go?
There’s an admiration.
There’s resentment.
How far are they willing to go?
But how can we not value ourselves?
The hermit.
The companionship
The love affair
The understanding of alone,
How can they not understand?
The early wake ups,
The early mind,
Reaching the world,
Perhaps before they have.
Our awareness that heats
Beyond anything minuscule.
The relevance.
And notes we gather
Stare, store, observe, gather
And this is thrown into us.
And I suppose we are more capable
beyond understanding
— Cam Ie

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