'Alone! ' I cried again. 'Alone I am with me! Lonely in a world of mist Alone, I reach to touch your wrist And see if I am thee.’ To be alone beside a soul Afloat, adrift; an empty ghoul Alone in woe; the yearning flesh To fill a thin, contorted mesh Diffuse atop an icy floor, alone. So much alone in fact, I lack The tonal vibrancy of life: I am a song without a tune alone; A greying sky in June alone; The blueness of a sullen moon – waning in a starless night– alone; Coasting down a weedy pass alone; The only image in the glass alone; To meet a certain heavy fate – to turn and shut the knurly gate–…alone.