I found her roughened, buried among the coals.

Like a newborn escaping the mouth of Life,

Nestled among the sands of the ocean floor,

Using a thread of hope to find her,

Among the mountainous haystack,

Seek and you shall find:

The obelisk of your affections,

The very map of discovery is a labyrinth,

With a broken compass: a one way,

No forks to divide the undivided, indivisible path.

A divination: a divine right to love the obscure and overlooked,

Such creatures are made up of unconditional affinity,

The universe’s tribute to you and me.