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.