Loneliness
Judas lost his way
Not in the dry hard desert,
Not in the empty evening
By the grey quiet sea,
Not in the labyrinthian city,
Nor in the dark jungle glades,
But in his own mind.
Somewhere within his brain
His self dissolved,
His name fell from him,
He was alone.
A loneliness that endured
Beyond death and time.
July 1969