So… and, if you think me weird after this, that is okay, but… I read this like someone carving away at something, chipping off what needs to go, keeping what needs to stay.
It is like a reinvention poem about solitude, why its presence is important. And, taking this away from it, made the poem more poignant for me. Again, it is okay if you think me weird. I am good with that.
And I am all good with this, BHD.