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Milky Way galaxy

Milky Way galaxy; were you
meant to be confined?
Constricted into
worn out orbits
trails in one direction only
straight edges
living regimens?
So why am I
confining you with
equations and words
created by what you first created?

If anything is
as everything seems
shouldn’t you be
defining me?

If anything I am arbitrary;
the one thing I have to hold
close to my chest
the centerpiece
the anchor
my mooring
is originality.
I embrace your ambiguity.

If anything I am,
we are, a side effect of the universe
in a multiverse
Or of a religion
or of politics
or of environment.

If anything I am,
we are, a side effect
of our own discoveries
that first uncovered us.

Variation on the Word Sleep, By Margaret Atwood

 I would like to watch you sleeping,
 which may not happen.
 I would like to watch you,
 sleeping. I would like to sleep
 with you, to enter
 your sleep as its smooth dark wave
 slides over my head

 and walk with you through that lucent
 wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
 with its watery sun & three moons
 towards the cave where you must descend,
 towards your worst fear
 

 I would like to give you the silver
 branch, the small white flower, the one
 word that will protect you
 from the grief at the center
 of your dream, from the grief
 at the center. I would like to follow
 you up the long stairway
 again & become
 the boat that would row you back
 carefully, a flame
 in two cupped hands
 to where your body lies
 beside me, and you enter
 it as easily as breathing in
 I would like to be the air
 that inhabits you for a moment
 only. I would like to be that unnoticed
 & that necessary.

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