Recluse

Amidst the ceaseless cacophony
the incessant babbling
of the cantankerous crowd
of syncophants
cankerblossoms all,
the pauses were heavenly indeed.
The change was not apparent,
yet undeniably there. The silence was my sole solace,
that I might care as I withdraw into my newfound hermitude.
With my rediscovered puissance
I sealed the barriers once more
Traisping about, or rather, floating
in submission to the darkness of my making.
The occasional tune
The occasional waking
Disrupts not the final recluse