The Owners Paradym

I feel the clearing pushing me forward awkwardly
My shirt torn exposing a whittled breast bone
Wire wrapped to keep it tight
Visual proof of second chances.

Unusually I lead quite happily with my chin
Still as can be to allow a good steady aim
Allowing piercing shafts of light
Effortlessly through receptive tissue.

The convex bow I gave has twisted sinew strings
Made up of strips of life carefully serrated
Along dotted lines tattooed endlessly
Across the canvas of my experience.

Arrows turned conspicuously straight and true
Pulled from a lathe rotating in endless circles
To be honed on wishes sharpening stone
Before passed gladly into your hands.

Damoclesian the point hovers between ribs
Listening for the constant off tempo rhythm
Then lays its head gently accepting peace
Cocooned in the safety of its razors edge.

Power is forever in the hands of the willing
Gifting breathe inside their owners shell
Copiously punctured by careless flights
From the less considerate and loyal.

Sleek and perfect vixen perching upon my lap
Preening as I pet your ever intoxicating form
Expanding my horizon with your insight
Himalayan peaks that you will scale.