symphony of one

lost among these branches
i see naught
but what is.
Not another trembling
spirit in sight
none but but me.

i long not
for another:
is my story.

i want not
for company:
I am free.

the wind gusts pityingly
through the tatters of ego.
I feel
Nothing knows me.

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