Like a mountain is formed over time
I feel a sensation of power
But loneliness rings in like a chime.
What is it that we want?
I know I am not alone...
It is not a lust but a thirst
for a state of being still to be known.
Still, there is no comfort, no softening,
and the wish seems unlikely to be touched Yet the thirst gives my life meaning,
a hope unlikely to be crushed.
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