a text to solitude-
    I send- over an  internet  un-wired
for a life I no longer
    can survive,

But survival is hard-wired
   within, it is why
my hands need to stay busy
   being

creating a floor or rebuild a vanity,
   make one real dollar.
peace, from what I truly need
   like human touch.

It follows, that I like
   the muscles I build doing real things,
between my ears seem to be
fulfilled
   when i create and build

just one dollar in reality.