A Poem.

A temporal fixation,
a strange sensation,
a strong anomaly.
A dance, a dash, a twirl, a twist.
A squiggle, a squaggle, a fritz and a zap.

Shock my heart and take my tongue,
crack my ribs and blind me.
Feed me poison, give me hope,
then take it all away.

I'll measure every shred,
search under every rock,
find the right needle and stitch the wound.
All my days my eyes will open,
and I'll still be loving you.