For Ruru KiraM

Your eyes is a simulacrum,
masturbating with Hawking. Your absence
is perception
of silence. Is it cognitive, analytic?
logical orgasm, perhaps.
Your lips is nothing-
Ness, mute, silent nostalgia
Between the thing-in-itself
And the self. Is it Cartesian, Kantian logic?
Existential, perhaps.
Your face is a gesture sprung
from the mind of Kun-
dera. Is it poetic memory?
Immortality, perhaps.

Ah, an ode in the rivalry of questions.