Set Apart
Isolate, the noun, the thingProduced by isolation, sits
Among some other things,
Though clearly it is on its own.
So oddly static it is there, as
Its surroundings pulse, producing
Changes in those other things.
Bathed, at first, in pastel light,
Its shadow long, and later,
Harshly lit directly from above,
It, too, would seem to change,
But doesn't. Out of any force's
Reach, once it has been set
Apart, this end result of
Isolation stays an isolate.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-06-30 at 15:03
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