You are in; you are a part of, a member of,
Every being I see, alive and breathing or not.

You are within, though I am the one who seems to appear
To be trapped and unable to flee from the apparent akin-
Ness to your being in every one thing that I see.

You are in all that I see. I wish I could obliterate : the very key to the coming to be of your existence. At the expense, of course, of the world
Disintegrating into something a little less;
Beautiful, breathtaking, for the multitudes of passers-by and so much more
- enormously - less; for those who have stopped by a little while, though evidently long enough a period to bring to pass regrets that ebb and flow so constantly after.
A minute would have been enough for that to happen. Time is a concept not recognized in your company.

And nothing at all.
Nothing at all; their world would perish, pass away - for those who have stayed, and remained
in you, and you in them.
But because I will never (again) have this pleasure, of possessing this
Treasure; this riches - I might just as well render
Myself blind.

It isn't as if I could, or would, stand to listen to the same pleas that weren't mine.