loss (freeverse)

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.

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Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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