You really think you are alone, but you're not.

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You know the words even if your argument condradicts:

"...there is nothing new under the sun."

 Ecclesiastes 1:9-14.

How isolated we are sitting cross-legged under the hot Spring sun while birds dart by, suspicious of us, of an unknown thing on the ground, suspect, with flapping bright pages open in our lap.

Too bright to read, too dense to break through the next door wall.
Silent soundproofing fills the air.
Don't say it.


No one else says it, so don't you say it. 
No one sits despairing but talking.
Because they would have told me...
...I despair like you do.


Angels answer my cell phone.
We despair, too.
We have.
We will.
With you.

We are despairing in groups together, holding hands while birds battle their foes, yet build nests with long strings of horse hair from a tail beaten and twisted in a windy pasture until it flew to my hand and I to the yard and then to the bird.

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