I see a solitary maze
and within a solitary male
holding a solitary glass
to his solitary eye,
finding his solitary place
in this solitary stage.

Then, my solitary hand
touches his solitary thigh.
He drops his solitary glass
and asks a solitary "why."

In this solitary night,
without a solitary God,
I want the solitary glass
to see if my solitary mind
compare to my solitary heart.

Behold! I could solitary see
therein a solitary me,
always solitary blue
become solitary black
beneath this solitary sky,
living a solitary life.

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A/N: Just in case anybody is wondering why there is a II after Solitary, and there is no first poem in this collection. There will be none as I am not publishing it (it's really cringy and to be honest I don't know where that collection went, probably in the garbage).

This second poem with the same title has no relation or it's not a continuation of the first and can be a stand-alone piece.
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