I’ve heard tell that distance can induce psychosis of a sort.
That you can feel bipolarly giddy with excitement one moment;
Decidedly devastated the next.
This really is a tango for one not two;
like a complex arrangement rendered for solo guitar
The other stands no chance
For how do you 'hear'
when a word is merely seen?
Things do not always 'se repondent'; not always can you see
the collapsing of categorieslong known,
in a love which speaks different tongues.
Sweet, languorous ecstasy.
Out of turn.