I tried to disappear to a fantastical world of nothingness in these poems. Is surrealism possible without the image? That is one of the impossible tasks of this work. I tried to push back presence and bring forth absence. I tried to make poetry as scene-less and image-less as possible, giving space to metaphors unanchored to their images, able to swim through fog, absent yet present, untouchable yet pushing us. I stripped each poem of its poetry, and left it bare, defenseless, without justification, struggling to be itself without dress. I tried to make a work in which the reader cannot tell if something is hidden there, or if something is missing there, or both. Is the absence haunted or haunting or both? A work where every poem is loss. Abstraction abstracted. Poetry that is full of spectres, voices, moods, vanishings, concepts dancing free of their empiricisms, weightless, weighing, and unmoored.