Isolation Solo

I

What do I want to prove?

To show that I am strong

I have everything within

Except fear.

I find

Home is the shell I carry

Not these walls these borders these people

It’s this skin this heart this blood

These tears sweat muscles

Calluses

Bare feet.

II

This time is a sanctum

An age to be alone, an era to be me,

A stretch to embrace.

This time is a sanctum

A mirror studio to discover my own rhythm,

A workshop, with myself the great art.

Stretched on the table:

A half-drawn blueprint for me.

This time is a sanctum

A shelter to be emancipated of prying eyes,

to relinquish expectations,

A theatre without audience, where I can drop

the act.

This time is a sanctum

A gallery to roam

To observe one’s reflection.

To look at myself and sit with myself.

To ask questions, probe, test.

To run away

and run back.

To float, to taste, to scream, to sing.

III

Nothing to do, nowhere to be.

Everything to do,

and everywhere to see.

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