The night of the New Moon
Her daughter, in the void
Neither dreaming nor releasing
Not planning, nor leaning back
No drive or direction
No turning toward or away from
The dark, empty space
Where she was born
All things exist here
And yet
There is nothing
Absolutely nothing
Sentient Void
Vaguely amniotic
She is
And nothing else
Understanding all things
Knowing nothing
Existence
Devoid of form, time or concept
Returning to the body
Heart keeping the secrets
Reality twists
Galaxies move
Wordless, lying in the dark
As she has ever done
Familiar dark mystery
You consume me
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