Strange that the other day this old poem came to mind after reading a micro-poetry tweet on Twitter.
I think the tweet was for a “1 line poem”, so I remembered my run-on sentence poem called Riddle from my early 20s.  Poems of the 1980s.
Amazed that I would remember all the words since sometimes I can’t remember a freakin password.
Maybe there is password material here…HA!

Riddle

My love is lost
But is reborn
Due to time and distance
I sit and morn
Like a lonely mime
Who cries unheard
In a world of solipsist
Where no circumstance
Proves he exists

And for your listening enjoyment:
http://musicallighthouse.com/cosmic-impulse-solipsist/

For your existential reading list: