"There was preserved in her 

   the fresh miracle of surprise"

                         -Jim Morrison

my security

my consistency

my friend fiend friend

my angel lover

my betrayer

my journey

my rearview mirror

I look ahead for you

without turning my

back on you

you, everywhere

you, nowhere

tangible intangible

ghost on a swing

voice of inside out

ancient 

present 

unknown

every miracle of you

preserved in you

folded 

folding 

unfolding