Even The Last

Even the last
Within a ruined
Ghost-owned hermitage
Huddled against
Vast Atlantic rains,
Unremitting rains,
And sometimes snows
In soggy, craggy,
Lanternless caves
On a vast Atlantic coast,
Where once he suspended
His abstinence
And shouted out
Until even that rainfall
Was made to be afraid
And turned a different course,
Even then, such a person
In such a comfortless place
Has not known
Such loneliness
That only I can endure

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