Mystery

Every moment your breath touches is filled with completeness—you held the whole universe On the tip of your tongue (and keep it spinning and dancing and singing moment by moment). Your love is the great predatoral roar, The soft caressing tongue of a lioness It hides in every misty crevice and majestic mountain; in Every sunset and sunrise and dainty wild flower. The cause of your great sacrifice (a chasm, Gaping down to the center of the deepest soul blacker than the inside of nothing, filled with all the horror from prehistory to post oblivion Uncountable hearts from innumerable holocausts) As you were rejected by yourself, by your father, but your eternal companion You cried out, and were sucked in (It Is Finished.)