Who Is Invisible Enough To See You

The Poem Is Lonely. It Is Lonely And En Route. Its Author Stays With It. Does This Very Fact Not Place The Poem Already Here, At Its Inception, In The Encounter, In The Mystery Of Encounter?

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

A Nothing We Were, Are, Shall Remain, Flowering: The Nothing--, The No One's Rose.

Only One Thing Remained Reachable, Close And Secure Amid All Losses: Language. Yes, Language. In Spite Of Everything, It Remained Secure Against Loss.