Exponential Exile
Like you I’m moving, far, farther away,
So far from you I even see me, sheer,
Since, as we separate, our sad ballet
Divides the two of us into a queer
Duet of paradox: my solitude
Is so complete now that I see me whole,
Revealed in loneliness; I see me nude,
Exposed in singleness of naked soul;
Yet since the same experience is yours,
Increasing distance means that you and I
Become the more alike because our tours
Apart make dual abnegations nigh
And almost perfect in equality:
You, retreating tide, I, a drying sea.