Buried in his own absence.
Stag in the woods, he broods.
Hermit on the shore, he scurries.
Forsaken all foregoing benevolence.
Coy, his words. Bet, his actions.
Under guise, disregarded.
Since lite, he's been cast
In shadows. In corners.
Subconscious in the mind,
Shrouded in stories, he stayed.
Sanctity scarce,
Seldom not in solitude,
Desolation in the form of a man.





















