I saw your face the other day

                                                   but they said you had gone away

                                        to where I do not know nor care

                                                   for I know you will always be near

                                       for going, you’ve not gone at all

                                                   and coming, you are not near nor far

                                        for distance is not here nor there

                                                   space eclipses spinning hairs.

                                                                              s.k. lindeman