Mystery unfurling / the boundlessness

It flows in her

(the sacral that drifts)

as mystery upon her palms unfurls.

Aeons of current, unbroken,

moving no time

and through space unabating.

‘Unease, I feel you.’

To see by the thread

that life on her bequests,

standing alone in the boundless, consumed;

scared by the depth unexplored

and sacred in vastness released.