<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oneliness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes the keyboard <br>gets fed up with sausage fingers <br>and takes matters into <br>it own electric energies, <br>its cyber wisdom that knows <br>only nought and one.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and who wants to hear a poem <br>about ‘my’ loneliness <br>as if writing about it will dump it all on you <br>and I can get on with my life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but oneliness ah that’s something <br>I don’t even need to write a poem about <br>I only need to say it and you know <br>exactly what I mean <br>now the computer has reminded me: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you’re complete, invulnerable, <br>need nothing more; when even dreams <br>fall still in awe of oneliness.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">oneliness.. it has the sound of authority <br>as if medieval mystics like Juliana of Norwich <br>or the writer of the Cloud of Unknowing <br>are sharing the knowing of it with us; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps the computer, too, switched off at night, <br>sighs and knows with a shiver of delight <br>that state that knows itself like maybe <br>nought and one may know themselves; like <br>truth just knows itself; <br>so good, so beautiful; warm <br>as a shared heart; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">oneliness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459744" data-title="Oneliness de Michael Shepherd" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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