Perfect Existenceless Existing,
by J. W. Cassandra
All is the absence since you had gone:
The absence is dissolving in me, endless.
The absence is dissolving into point: immense space
So becomes a mill: you hadn’t even waved…
You hadn’t even waved: you fell out from time,
Since then the absence is my life, that you hit.
Space of your absence I am patching with tears, blood,
I am patching it with pain and suffering,
I am patching with impediment, painful words –
And I feel in my bones to ache with ache flaming
The absence that time cannot cover up –
I am the perfect, existenceless existing…
