In you I enclose myself in your presence

 In you I enclose myself in your presence. Dissolved in your absence. Shattered like a lake. I'm leaving myself. I go back to times. When I meet your image. You go, your image disappears. And thinking; just feelings and reactions. They make noise in the body. They are your steps that announce you. Silence flees through the grids. Like a vaporous ghost. It bustles against the iron of the lamellae. Taking the immense pressure of the room into the void.

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