From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

Lonely          

Lonely.
Like a breath.
Or wind
Or the invisible air
The tide; yes
Solitary
Inviolate
do not leave me
Stay, rest
Be
I am here    see me
Know that I see you
Do not be alone
When we can Be.

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