i had once
(in a dream)
met a woman
who taught me
to never draw
lines, only shadows--
it made so
much sense. started
filling in. suddenly,
we erased. faded
into this great
gray dissolve which 
she now is
and i am
and we all
and this whole
vast impenetrable denseness
of what we
think we feel
are all only
something i had
once met--(now
but a shadow)

how unexpected and divine to each day witness my body an iridescent glowing orb. within me thrives a shrine constructed through vines of twisted veins & delicate pulsing that protect the long sought after answer no one ever finds. such a sacred embrace to know she is my truth. she has illuminated that sweet, sweet darkness. that relentless mystery everyone always feels yet never knows and i now hold when each day waking beside my angel.