It’s hard to separate happiness
from the vacant imprint left behind
(misery’s joyous shadow unattended)
Electromagnetically speaking,
I will never be more than I am
a positive person
and every part of me essential
until the moment
(imprecise for any&every occasion)
our quarks grow distant
become silence
caught staring down the black whole
lost without photons
(and not a drop of charted land in the cask)
I can’t even acknowledge a sesame seed
except in elegiac dirge
(farewell my beloved corporeal)
this vantage is a contour
and the outline far from expressionless
a mountain of ranges
doesn’t require validation from a mirror
bookended by absence