What's wrong with mum?

Isolation, that dynamite of the heart,

Can blow apart the best made plans of mice and men,

Isolation.

And so we begin, again,

As the eternal verities abide.

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Pride comes before a fall

This sin of sins, is on the side of

Lucifer,  God's angel of the night,

Who looked into a mirror of reflected light

And fell into eternal night. Isolation. Stalactites and Stalagmites abound 

in these caverns of faded night. Enter now my screaming silent, deadly dreams:

Where nothing is, as nothing seems.

........

Nightmare dictates the old come on, then the old cold shoulder. Isolation.

As dogs, we know, bark into  dark deadly night shade to escape silence, then so we do think

Stumblingly in isolation.

.......

We plead to make sense of this world and of our stuttering selves

We retreat into aghast caverns of the mind

Leave the shredded leaves of a rough and ready sanity behind 

As we sing the songs of summer's end and  see worldly innocence on a bender

We lock ourselves into this sort of steadfast, terrifying sleep born of this endless Isolation.