Without the light it would not be seen; without eyes it would not be seen. Between these two forms of nothing a being of phenomenon neither in the object or the eye or the light. But there... a subtle shading of rose shaped into a smile beneath eyes like my own hope given form. There... what is that shaft pushing its way into the labors of my heart? ruining the moment's peace and offering something I would live without peace for day upon day again. Between two different kinds of void: a thing to die for.