Stoic Sundays
for at the core of the light
lay a whisper of darkness
at the heart of the wilderness
lay an oasis of sheer delight
the search into the known
was a jolt into the unknown
solitaire, solitaire,
o' lone-voiced solitaire
the loneliness was palpable,
the crowds were irascible
the insanity of the gladness
the sanity of the madness
for at the core of the light
lay a whisper of darkness
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