For Sally

You, Sally:
Constellations over a billion universes, each star a role played
And you, Sally:
Your inner eye, behind each star, behind each role played
Behind every motive, every complex of light, every darkness negated
Behind every tear I shed, each vanity I indulge,
And every act of anxiety most profane
And every momentary lapse into supreme peace
It is you, Sally, you:
Your inner eye, your maternal depth, your virgin wants, your holy scent,
Your drunken love,
Your yogic privilege,
You, Sally:
Though constellations emerge and fade, across a billion births and a billion deaths,
Between the atoms of each ego puzzle,
Between the children we make, between the adults we become,
I adore.


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