I sit with my eyes against the pane of dreams
Observing your invisibility in the shadows of the dark night
Illuminating your absence like the hot summer sun
That I see you at ten fingers breadth back from the heart.
I seek you beyond myself.
I live not by the breath that flows in and flows out.
I live as a reflection of my own memory of you.
I seek you beyond the Self.
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