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.