You've come, you've left; Phenomenal shades of affection Cut me blind under seminal rapture, Exposing dark space. I collapse against the weight of presence, Succumbing to a brilliant exposure of impressions, Which later embed themselves in traces Of lamenting time. Appearance becomes all I have; After departure: imagination takes phase. My life is only living Through distant gaze. The closer i come; the quicker it's lost; the deeper i go... Genuine closeness lives in A proximity farther than you could ever grasp, And dies just the same. In the gaps between closure, Everything is perfection And bitter And sweet And good And filth Because loss is a deep opening Yearning to be closed.