Finding Her

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I am looking for Her

Everywhere

I am searching the cracks

Scouring the dew-dotted webs

Setting out altars

Hoping

She is listening

.

I am writing Her letters

Soaked in basil and blackberry

Infused with frustration’s tears and spit

Despite great cavernous terrors

That She does not exist

.

I

Am looking for Her

.

Witchy

She’s been down

Deep Below

And has no time to debate

Extremity

Hers is a vast ocean

Enveloping me in broader possibilities

Ones that sparkle with darkness

And light

Together

We stir cauldrons

Track down demons

And listen

Carve unimaginable spaces

For transformation

For transmutation

For scars so ancient, so withered their connections

To be seen

To listen

.

I am looking for Her

Outside

Inside

Hoping

Wondering if I’m just a crazy bird

For hoping

But all I can do

Is look for Her

Everywhere

Especially in this darkness

Icaros guiding, soothing

Unseen tightrope buckling

Under each terror filled advancement

All I can do

Is look for Her

Wandering

Scraping myself off floors

To Presence

Over and over and over again

All I can do

Is look for Her

Open

And listening

.

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