Abundance continued

There is another Loneliness

That many die without -

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstance of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befalls

Is richer than could be revealed

By mortal numeral -

Description,

This is about being perfectly contented within yourself.  When I am completely emersed in my work, lost within line and color, this is exactly how I feel, and I imagine how Emily Dickinson felt when lost within her perfect wording of this poem.

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