What do you call absolute solitude
The absence of eyes
Or a language of only the mind
Man's signatures lay dormant
In the past fortnights, One is sold the visions of isolate, private, and beautifully lone fantasies
Constituted, as they were, from a long time ago—regular immersions into the mind: transcendent heaven in oblivion
And One is displayed the slivers, windows, of such magnificent oblivions, that he gnash his teeth and bellow stress through a concrete face
Convinced even momentarily (may we call it so) that One must create the facsimile of solitude
Thus acts "My World is a Construct"
Of space itself contested in its making
One's World as a Construct
Wishing that in time the world is found, not made