An absent remnant
of obvious truth,
A never-was
or ever will be...You.
Like a night passing
Without notice
of its darkness coming,
or leaving.
A nothing encapsulating
toward deepest center,
Within every smallest pore
Leaving me everything,
Till there's nothing
anymore.
2009 sinnaminsun
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