It was like she was a book. I'm everywhere

It was like she was a book. I'm everywhere
at once, I'm nowhere fast, I'm nothing known
justifiably. I'm what we haven't seen
reflected in the ocean, the full Moon,

her two exposed shoulders. It was like her
mysteries were eternal, in her flowers
I wandered as if the fields were libraries
of ineffable grace. I'm everywhere seen

yet inexplicably forgotten. She understands
persecution, oppression, intoxication,
obession and denial. I'm what we have

interpreted incessantly for centuries
yet never may exhaust. For she's a text
beyond measure of our consciousness.