who

cupid shot an arrow

into the zephyr.

he had no science

where it collapsed.

my mind full of answers,

and  heart full of questions

bizarrely conflated,

fabricating drafts around me.

the world of confusions,

where questions live,

clues hide at oracles,

and so i am.

here in the holy place,

i kneel cry and pray

to ask for talisman and omens

to find her.

my angel sings for my search.

my search for a woman

a picturesque woman

but who is she;

she who loves and cares me?