the maddening crowd of one

I love the blah
stretch i'm in.

the kind world

of apathy. the calm relief.
the dull

uneventful
pocket of time I've
come into.

drama less.
word less. the house is at
last a home

once more.

the grandeur of nothing,
nothing but

the pleasant sigh of boredom.
the infinite joy
of quiet.

the satisfaction

of nothing, of no one
needing

or bleeding me
of life. no locked doors.

no hidden agenda.
no thrills. no fear.

far away from the maddening
crowd of one.