Light of Loneliness

If I linger in that dark hemisphere
of loneliness,
I’ll miss the aurora here.

It’s typically a desert.
But I can find vibrant blooms
among the gloom-black thorns.

Solitude unfastens the chains.
Evil prances
and then gets itself tamed.
Thought is washed
in the spray of purity.

It’s the creative perigee.
I manufacture a new ecstasy
recycling the debris.

All the cacophonies
have been muffled.
Nature can be heard
in the luminescence
of silence.

I make scaffolding,
not cell bars,
of this iron state.

First published in The Literary Hatchet.