The left side of your face turns toward the mirror. 
Shadow face, dissolving into its own shadows, 
The dark streak not an absence of sun. 
Your own vein coursing under your skin, why 
          should you not 
See into flesh, your own flesh, the flesh of others? 
Do not be afraid it means nothing. 
Nothing to me, Nothing to you, the terror of a 
Nothingness keeps us safe, away, where people are 
          encased 
As neatly as dogs in fur, a little bareness 
Around the eyes, the gums, the few places 
Peeking through the mask. 

Secret person, secret radar through the 
Day, scurry home to write it down. 
Bombard the void with words 
Like a blood-letting, seek 
Some healing, some release. 
Emptiness fills itself again, 
Swells with agony and sweetness of a 
World, incomprehensible, made of 
Comprehension. 

And that is my delight, she said, 
Stronger than the green budding May 
That moved him, that is my 
Forever. She twisted a hazel leaf in her 
Fingers, nudged last year’s acorn with her 
Toe. The sun that fell on him passed through 
Her without touching. Her eyelids lowered 
And she gazed at him 
Envying the solidness 
Of his dimension, quivering 
Ether-like in her own, thinking 
About leaving him.