— Who the hell can see forever? — 

Wild is the minute, clear is the sky,
A world of colour and sight rushes by.
Portals of discovery abound around
This newfoundland: sheer cliffs,
Flower with vivid Mesembryanthemums,
This Cape of Good Hope contrasts
With the all-round invisibility of you.
Your absence distracts me from the flesh and blood 
Epiphanies of cloud and sky and sun,
Half-perceived, half-created images of you
Enter my mind as time flies across the eye –
I see, I see this kippering sky drifting by
No time for you, no time for I
Grasp these genuflections, cling to your sigh,
Inscape the day for wild is the way, 
as I whisper our long goodbye.

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