she lands on my head having
fluttered - an obscured dream sequence - to get here, to be there, near, everywhere and nowhere
she has wings and
is one with all who have wings
she is in perfect form
formless
metamorphosis having captured her
forever in the karmic wheel
her beauty is blinding
i cannot see her but
her own vantage point
i know
is omniscient
and to her we are vivid
beyond vision's restrictions.
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