In the Question Is the Answer
What is She?
She is a thought.
an urge to go inside
where eyes go blind.
Where is She?
She is here, a loadstone
in the spinning wheels
of our maelstroms.
We carry Her,
as a hunger,
yet She nourishes
as lonely sorrows
famish away.
Why is She?
She is a dawn moon
for our dreaming.
A light
that will keep us guessing
why we are
until we find out
what we are not.
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