Jupiter was rising in the crotch of Virgo.
To study constellations without a lifetime
Under open, darkened skies is like studying
Human sexuality without a lifetime spent
In serious pursuit of free pornography.
You can't understand the sketches
Of faintly approximate, barely conceivable
Narratives if you haven't dwelt for nights
And hours enclasped in contemplation
Of pattern in the absence of actual meaning.
Everything visible is a light in the dark.
Everything felt is a figure thrown to ground.
Then it floats back up, light in a buoyant
Universe constructed by assortative gravity.
I saw a crow, a maiden, a serpent in those
Limbs that were invisible to me, entangled.
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