Should anyone ever come looking
For a place where I might be
I can’t be found in friendless spaces
Being lonely isn’t me
I can be found in stacks of stanzas
I've written down more than a few
When thoughts came by insisting
Like I had nothing else to do
Lines arriving in the moment
Uninvited but persisting
Most of which I never understood
Too much entailing and consisting
So busybodied these invasions
Until that time when I could see
That there was no other reason
Just so many sides to me
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