seeing through red eyes
Deep in red, I sink into bottomland
floor of my flesh and
ground of my being.
Seeing through bloody haze,
my dazed brain wishes on a star
now hidden by clouds.
Artemis opens her radiant gaze
to see me bleeding
in her silvered shine,
time passing like syrup,
sweet and slow.
I reclaim gold that is mine by right,
my veins mined by invaders
in ancient days
once familiar, now foreign.
Riddles are kin to poetry,
tongue of mystic and seer,
key to locked boxes
hidden in hindbrain.
Understanding comes clear
when cards are shuffled
revealing truth
unfettered by logic
