Stars behold the wonder of her
daughter of the seen and unseen
of the finite and the timeless
Yet naked eyes see only what sight would allow –
the form and the lines that make her
appearance, an organic shape that becomes
what perception makes. She’s beautiful
she’s plain, she’s charming, she’s mean – she is
what senses judge her to be. What lies beneath
is her mystery, safe from the vulgar
touch and tongue. There, in her sanctuary,
her true self communes with the heavens.
Ah! Happy chance that this piece was completed and posted on a day dedicated to women. Happy Women’s Day!
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