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She Is Here and Not Here by David Hutto
She weaves her skirts
from beams of light
with stellar looms
on neutron stars.
On her bed across the Milky Way,
dark matter forms the blankets.
Her language is vibrating atoms,
and her eyes change colors like dreams.
Her bracelets hang with red dwarf suns,
round her neck swirls a meteorite.
Her jewelry of seven dimensions
is made of blue midnight.
When she travels the silent dark,
she rides on a gravity wave.
All the energy patiently waiting
through the somber span of space
begins in the notes of her singing.
You never can know
if she passes nearby.
You never will see her
move through,
or know where she is or is not,
or when she appears far away.