Sonnet of Solipsism | Sheared
The irony of empathy appears
When considering one who is alone
The ugly head of the question soon rears
If alone, who asks the question here shown?
"If one is alone then it must be me"
This seems a song sung by all like a hymn
But with all here not me how could this be?
Am I nothing more than a cut off limb?
Can an answer be so horrifying
That though possible it will not be seen?
Tomorrow echad or wearing a ring
Choice only glimpsed in something like a dream
Ceaseless dawns come with no resolution
Sun be shamed 'til you bear the solution
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