Inscrutable assailant
undercuts augury.
Blindsight: your eyes
turn toward music as the last
readable.
This frail hand I hold
opens in generosity -
when not occupied,
probes for the void -
could wave in the night
goodbye
and no one see.
The blindness of distance
severs surety.
Are you close as the phone or
far as a comet at perihelion?
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