Her

I am paradox 

I am changing of mind

as if it’s an art 

I am fluidity of thought 

and sturdiness of rock 

At Once 

I contradict 

Bare feet touching dirt 

I am medicine of earth 

Written into every leaf 

Every drop of water in the sea 

I am the lesson in the loss 

I am the knowing of the cost 

The place where sense ceases to be made 

The alcove visible only to the lost 

Rest, and see past your grasping 

Your gnawing, aching, clawing 

Your need to hold tight

to declare what is wrong and right  

I am the empty cavern that you lay down in 

I am the cycles, I am the expanse of time 

I am the darkness, 

I am not something you can dim 

I am what lies endlessly breaking 

Within 

I am beyond description 

I live outside villianization 

I do not belong in your hierarchal measurements 

Your scale is crushed when I sit upon it 

I am inevitably, inescapably, perfect 

I am shiny forgetting 

Held in the hands of remembrance 

I am the impossible combination 

Unification 

A Savage Mess 

I am reality in a torn dress 

I am the truth of beauty 

In A World That Forgets 

I am outside wrong or right 

I am before dark or light 

I will not be above or below you 

Not Ahead Of Or Behind 

No Age, No Way To Define 

You will not find me when you look 

I am the untranslatable book 

You will not make me a martyr 

I will not be your alter 

I am the mystery never to be unwound 

I am the one who can never be bound 

I exist before predator or prey 

I exist in between this state 

I breathe in the place 

Where power is just decorative lace 

In The Gutteral Embrace 

In the abhorrent beauty 

Of Realities Face