Community of the One

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no community

Among this community of one

 

Only the salient presence

Of selected perceptions

 

Me and this neo-Nietzschean chatter

A post-Aurobindonian

 

Gradual isolation from

The need for a sense of

 

Belonging or, a relationship

Alone I find a pale gold

 

Tempered with the magnimanious
Irresponse to human completion

 

The looking within for

The pure potential of

 

Artistic context, spiritual unity

There is nothing more I need

 

I have no community

Among this community of one

 

Not even a will to survive

I adapt only in subjective mediums

 

The message was always primary

Form always secondary

 

Self an abstract metaphysical event

Relationship, a doctrine of fitting-in

 

Though what if I never fit in?

A resignation to be alone too

 

Has her benefits,

Under more tolerant examination

 

Enlightenment, actually becomes

Plausible, progress becomes personal.