Love, a metaphor for drunkenness

 Love, a metaphor for drunkenness. She needed life to endure the darkness of absence. To remove the shadows of the black moon. She sneaked into the brevity of nostalgia. Meetings of hands. Nascent names. Covered glances. Secrets Blindness. Blindness nailed in silence. And I, while crying like a wide day that dies. You were a surprise port where my own footprints awaited me.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.