Waiting on a Connection

In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way to negate the answers only Time can tell.

Your room is the world we can only just glimpse that shines beyond the horizon.