Solitude Supremely Satiates Sentient Being

Eternity elapsed since
childhood's end (mine)
though an auld
lang whooshed soul
I derive ecstasy as both
participant and spectator

(either role seamlessly morphs
one into the other)
tis wonderful whiling away
waning wakefulness waxing poetic
whimsically synchronizing noodling
with words tapping

into spontaneous reveries
savoring this fleeting instant,
whereby unconscious suffused
inexplicably ephemerally elated
alien preternatural phenomena
toward ordinarily anxiety riddled

mental state chock full
despair, joylessness, sad...
abysmal existence self loathing
rosebuds left ungathered
upon cusp of prepubescence
sabotaged courtesy absolute zero

never experiencing joie de vivre
for good n plenti decades
since yours truly
begotten January thirteenth
circa mcmlix – paltry pleasure
hijacked living social

shipwrecked lad nearly died
devastatingly dumbly
crashed tested body
verily scrawny, puny kid
Anorexia dead reckoned
(poetically iterated

oft times prior)
modus operandi sure fire guarantee
stymied, quashed, obliterated...
psychological soundness
see hear worthiness zapped

deprivation wrought bloodless coup
internal espionage edged out
robustness to thrive,
hence ambitious to maximize
rare instance short live euphoria
linkedin to reprieve,

whereby missus went out
better part of the day
foretaste of being FAKE"
Norwegian bachelor farmer
married life incompatible
with earlier decades acclimated

this foo fighting
beastie boy nsync,
whereby emotional,
physical, spiritual deprivation
find me anomalous
among village people.