…

no light escapes from the ellipsis in your letters,
those symbols are the momentary absence of words
so–unable to look at their empty meaning directly–
i must view them through bended light
resting upon the precarious balance of distance.

the omission of language for that instant
periodically apparent on the page, causes thoughts
to collapse into the singularity of three points;
a person is unable to stop moving
into the future, and nothing else after
the event horizon of our gentle connection
can return to what came before,
so it follows that we will never see the end,
just everything collapsing, slower and slower still,
never reaching nothing but rather a point of no return
from which are unable to see our origins.