The Hermit

You are alone
with your ghosts,
covered
by cloaks of invisibility.
Your secrets search for truth,
accompanied
by your questions
begging
for the obvious answer.
You walk hidden,
ruminating,
gathering
words that add up to NO.
Your body wanders
away
from your mind;
your mind multiplies
and divides.
It is The End.
It is
the Hour
of Prayer.