! ! Oneliness

Sometimes the keyboard gets fed up with sausage fingers and takes matters into it own electric energies, its cyber wisdom that knows only nought and one.. and who wants to hear a poem about ‘my’ loneliness as if writing about it will dump it all on you and I can get on with my life but oneliness ah that’s something I don’t even need to write a poem about I only need to say it and you know exactly what I mean now the computer has reminded me: when you’re complete, invulnerable, need nothing more; when even dreams fall still in awe of oneliness.. oneliness.. it has the sound of authority as if medieval mystics like Juliana of Norwich or the writer of the Cloud of Unknowing are sharing the knowing of it with us; perhaps the computer, too, switched off at night, sighs and knows with a shiver of delight that state that knows itself like maybe nought and one may know themselves; like truth just knows itself; so good, so beautiful; warm as a shared heart; oneliness