Found poem

Found poem, Written on a receipt from the charging station:

On Finding, discovering, getting to know, courting, and marrying the love of your life.

All accolades aside

the structure is stricken with a disease.

And try as we might, to fix 

that which might, sing anew

the flight of the hymn plummets

and unites with the transpiring mires

of dreams gone rogue.

But deep in the moist grass

of your inner grotto

a subtle barely audible beep

a fairy bell

struck with the femur bone of grandmother mouse.

And then you

drawing close 

shapeshifting into SHE

clad in shimmering black light,

SHE whose edges dance with blue and white fireflies.

You

double dog daring me

to slay the enemies within

to lay waste to certainty

to uncategorize the trials

of life sentence

the night owl gliding through 

orchards of ash.

The black blade

resting on the shoulder of certainty

an age, come and gone

we surrender to she

whose black electric heart burns

with renewing fire.

A predilection for mixed emotions

the slowly spreading blood

on a billion bathroom floors.

Our allegiance needs a reset

the clenching fist of despair turning

squeezing crushing

clear crystalline eyes

emerging

from geodes obscurity

a faint whisper

wondering where childlike lover has gone

how tranquil their demeanor

in the midst of self imposed disaster

may the body unite with 

the physical work of material necessity

may the mind remain open

to perceive the miracle at work.

may the heart abide

in the deep well of light

it is eternally offering

A M E N R A H

-anonymous