Having been diagnosed with a form and degree of autism, makes for my riddle-like wordiness I have used as a tool to make sense of the senselessness I perceive. I see picture, metaphor, and metamorphosis, in just about everything. The Muse renders the equations for which I seek answers, or propose that the reader do so.

 

 Anatomystics: 101

Greet the reader,
Strike a chord.
The Poet Tree,
A two-edge sword.
Nay a riddle
Rhythmic line,
Dance of mystics
Autistics find;
Measure of norms
A circled-in box.
Eyes like windows
Naught interlock.
Emerald Tablets,
The Secret of NIMH,
Binds the Dark,
Defines the Sin.
Born in the grotto
Where oceans speak:
All are One,
Not one unique.
Fear not Death
As it sets you free
From physical chains
Called Humanity.
Sleepy Angels
Around the Flower
It is finally time
Reclaim your Power.
Blood letters and prayer,
Red-inked feather pens,
Shall still the Voices
When we think in Tens.

Ciera S. Louise
c. May 26, 2007