See here the lost souls of suburbia
The city stretching distant seems to be
A forest full of rain that’s lost in its
Immense incomprehensibility
Of whose interior there is no map
Nor way back out from being lost inside
Bewilderment provides no place to hide
The only hope the distant mountainside
The slopes of self denial giving up
Oneself the climb towards the summit of
Perfection deep within oneself that is
Attained only on the other side
Of loneliness and self-disgust towards
The distant country far beyond these shores
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Allowing for poetic license, yet I have escaped the ravages of loneliness and self disgust.. The pleasures of culture are not reserved to the urban mass, books are permitted, music readily available, thinking always possible, friendship and community like everywhere else a given. We get buy !