there is a blind spot
like a twist in space
just southwest
of the centre of my sight

this white hole
absorbs and bends
the world behind it
when i look just right

but rest assured
should you vanish
behind this micro-maelstrom –
my disappearing delight

i will still know
that wherever i go
you are still there
by the shining of your light
and i will not go darkly
into that good night