desire is a city street flush with longing;
losing is the darkness inhabiting that street.
say that losing becomes a way of knowing,
words failing to capture its music–
desire is to longing as longing is to losing.
if this is so, losing strengthens longing as longing makes mystery of desire.
concave mirrors cascading light in common focus each reflecting
and magnifying the other, unformed or uninformed,
but nevertheless– life’s little endings:
the big unresolved, unrequited unfolding of the world into what longing desires.