The Naked Troubadour

Sonnet to Solitudinarianism

Posted on Oct 28, 2021

Further into obscurity he goes;
far from the madding crowd he never knew.
The mystery of this life’s arpeggios
has cauterized his earthly field of view.

There’s nothing left to be or to extol
(apart from things which cannot now be seen).
Now knowing who he is and what’s his role,
he exited the room and The Machine.

But while as “retrogressive” he’ll be damned
and “shirking his responsibilities”;
in truth, his code has just been reprogrammed
and others aren’t the ones he seeks to please.

Reclusive hermit is the only way
to handle what is now this world’s mad fray.

© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021
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