Friend or Foe

Below the exalted peaks of a mountain is its root.

Plunging down and down,

below the last stand of the tree line.

Your spirit abrades as it

Rumbles across the scree

Deep into the replenishing pores of bedrock.

Every one you know is an incarnation

Of you.

There are not seven billion people on this earth,

There is just One

Over and over…

and over again.

It’s you who make the company to solitude

So… are you a friend or foe of silence?