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HAUSDORFF SPACES, Bim Ramke

It was like being inside a parachute

after landing—assuming survival—

the collapsing textures with light

shining through and the rotating

earth beneath you benign again.

He said. He had been loved.

A separation axiom, he said, has nothing

to do with love. Metrization, o love,

turns distance into desire, space into

place without distance. She is there

I am here but there, he explained,

being bounded but not totally bounded.

You had to be there, we said to each other.

But to be above yet falling, to be falling yet

to be unafraid, to be unafraid yet to know

reasons for fear, to be secure in knowledge

yet to respect ignorance as a kind of home:

This is not a lecture, he said, it is lunch.

He reached across her hands for wine

to pour for her, for her alone in her neighborhood.

(Source: chronicle.com)