the wilderness within

Like Totally in her aloneness is as alone as a homeless on weekdays, the homeless who presses aching back against a wall and stares absently at passing feet. The passing feet have no faces and neither do unknowns populating the high-rises towering above his head.
“Aloneness,” Like Totally observes, “brings neither peace, nor self-knowledge.”
The homeless gets up on feeble feet and exits from the stoop to leave Like Totally to listen to the footfalls.
“Is there a state of silence for the one who seeks asylum?”
“Oh, yes, there is. Look in the wilderness!”
“Who sells the maps, itinerary, tickets,” Like Totally persists,
 “to the state of Wilderness,the Wilderness within?”