Searching the Lost and Found

I write for me, my sanity poetry is liberty red ink bleeds on varnished pages lost to ancient learned sages sober, I often write questioning wrong from right mirrored in my reflection absorbed by introspection inner search deliberation mind jogging flagellation infatuated consternation meandering to destination pen on page sweet release quill and scroll inner peace truth is found in fantasy reality masked by comedy my poetry with piercing pulse lyric lines betray impulse metered yes or perhaps not rules unlearned I’ve forgot thoughts unfold casting lots gardens grew forget-me-nots ambiance sacred spots scripts unfurl Gordian knots I held the key that sheared a lock broke chains turned back the clock a Phoenix rose from arid sand to burn Satan’s clutching hand