- Stars that appear close to each other from our perspective,
 
- may not be . . .
 
- The distance is deceptive . . .
 
- light years of darkness, invisible . . .
 
- O Venus! goddess
 
- who also names a planet,
 
- it is your intimacy. . .
 
- We are confused.
 
- First in the evening. . .
 
- last to leave. . . bright reflection!
 
- Brighter, it seems than distant suns
 
- even Sirius, Isis
 
- All disappear
 
- as Sol makes us self-conscious
 
- so close, so far. . .
 
- O fuck!
 
- Intimacy can fade to our next desire. . .
 
- What was once invisible
 
- approaches, seemingly, from within . . .
 
- Still we can venerate the everyday—
 
- qualities that make breath
 
- a pleasure.
 
- But O, light cast shadows . . .
 
- The crux—venery—our hunger
 
- to survive, to flourish. . .
 
- Consciousness tells us
 
- this animal has given this life’s body
 
- to feed us, our family, our neighborhoods . . .
 
- There are thanks to give. . .
 
- the wholeness
 
- O Venus, it is your intimacy. . .
 
- Mind completes a picture—
 
- clinical, well-scrubbed—
 
- an advertisement, a lie we can believe . . .
 
- We can pull back the bow-string, release
 
- the-who-we-think-we-are into that world
 
- & from the once-invisible
 
- something catches our eye.
 
- We say it is real, it is gold
 
- & we are undone . . .
 
- Someone cries out in frustration:
 
- “Venery stands for impurity,
 
- will lead to disease & ruin. . .”
 
- Someone else concludes: it can. . .
 
- Venus, goddess of love
 
- Who is Beauty that excites us
 
- to such a state as to see beyond
 
- ourselves
 
- to fathom. . .
 
- Or fear, we want to control, hoard.
 
- Your intimacy incites confrontation—
 
- a bullfight . . .
 
- Modern man tries to purge
 
- the beast:
 
- Man as man, alone.
 
- Nature as animal, nature as woman . . .
 
- Man against nature.
 
- “I am a thinking thing.”
 
- & the slaughterhouse was built.
 
- & the dignity of the mute, private animal is lost.
 
- & war, the trojan horse, was brought inside
 
- the city walls, the mind
 
- as venery becomes the hunt, merely
 
- to best the animal, the other . . .
 
- & the invisible which always connects us,
 
- no longer matters,
 
- though it is clearly a woven material . . .
 
- Mater, our Mother
 
- Goddess, you return to re-mind us
 
- we came to this life to enjoy these animal bodies.
 
- There is an underlying wholeness;
 
- the arrows of Love is your reminder
 
- I venerate you, I venerate you.
 
- I hold you high!