It is swift softness
unheard wings
pulling a line
of death

It is sharp lucidity
razor revelation
born where darkness
meets light

It is clawed penance
pressed indifference
formed to mete
sophomoric justice

It is cruel love
held hostage
teeming with battered
words unsaid

We ascribe so much
to something
which is nothing
porous space
defined by absence

In your silence
Is it you
that is absent
Or I?

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