Where shall I find
Where in the heart of men
Lies the solid solitude
Where the tide is in the rise
Mimicking the rising sun
Where in the coolest pool of the night
Misty mallows, labyrinth of bone marrow
In the hideous hiding is it his
Where, oh where...
Where in the brightest bright light
Twirls of a rainy rainbow did it pierce a hole
Like an arrow from a bow it go
Where does it lie or is it a lie
That solitude exists, do man resist and insist that chaos persist?
Where did you go
Where shall I find what will bind catastrophe and blind unrest resting on the hearts of men
Where shall I find solitude
In the serene serenity uniting in the unity of every cool evening in the flower garden?
The palm trees or vine yards, perhaps the orchard.
Where shall I find solitude?
Was it left in eden?
© Collins Hillz
8th April 2019
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