She Stands Alone She stands alone,   a single bulb lighting   an entire room,   the walls curved   into her private sphere.     No doors.   No windows.   No-one can break in.   Her world is the only world   and all things lie within her scope,   sealed within her soul.     Solitary appetites   she pursues   in consecrated isolation,   in this her sacristy,   her prison, her cell —   an inside   with no conceivable outside.

Let His Dwelling Grow    Let him retain his secret self unseen—   A quiet core beneath the outer guise.   His thoughts drift far, where none have ever been,   Untouched by earthbound sound or sorrowed cries.  He shapes his fate by sovereign will alone,   And spends his hours by choice, not blind decree.   Yet boredom gnaws the pleasure of his throne   And drives him forth through mists no eye can see.  There in the vale, he finds his kindred near,   Who sense he will not ling

The Selfish Self     I am my world – A world apart.   Apart from me there is nothing.   The world is mine.   It arises from the...