when it's gone, it's all gone and I lie with you under the sun staring out on the ruins of a brand new empire and we talk about where it came from, where it went. you can feel as the rush of wind on the underground the clock ticking around to the hour papercut days suck it from your body. you can feel as laserbeam eyes contact and it all comes flooding back, a damburst, a beautiful catastrophe. You feel the wrench when it leaves you, and the wrench when it returns salts the earth so nothing can ever take its place seeps in behind your eyes and changes the worldcolour it creates its own gravity, accretes tiny turns of phrase burns affection, the blue of the sky, and summer's haze. thoughts into mantras into unalienable truths written in fifty-foot high letters of fire so tall so bright until you can't believe no one else sees what you do. you will feel it rush, the afterlife, the afterlight, it takes hold and it is dread and awe and sorrow and it speaks a language no-one knows and it rises, it rises, it rises, it rises when it's gone, it's all gone and you won't miss it and you won't know what you're missing.