the world of Eli
i am in a world
where i am the only one
walking
no one speaks to me
and i have seen
no one
no shadow, no hint that
somewhere over there there must be another creature
a butterfly
or a little bird
or perhaps a fish
or a pebble
or perhaps a sprouting bean
it gets lonely
when one speaks only to himself
because the rest have taken the stances
of being gone into nowhere
without a location
i am in this world
too big for me
soundless, empty,
i am in the world of
Eli.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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