i see her
not with eyes
blinded by the world around
but with a newly awoken
third eye
that cuts through
the detritus
of this modern age
of shame filled lies

with a sense
of connection
magnetic
otherworldy in scope

it slices the rejoinders
the epidermis
to expose the hidden layers
of truth
buried
in the visceral nonsense
beneath

for that
i am thankful
for that
i am whole
for that
for that
for that
i have no
words