Absence makes materials
of its own, of substances
unknown in your presence.
Of patterns whose key
design feature is lack.
As enough of these stack
and interlock, what's gone
seems unavoidable, and
the arrangement simply
sits
waiting
for you,
fate's accomplice,
to show up and reveal
what all of this
without-you
was always
gong to be
for
.
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