O, that cruel darwinian universe
its allure eternal and indiscriminate
bound only by the legacy of circles.
We lie beyond this arduous canopy,
sown with daunting switchbacks,
luminous with our blindness,
hiding within the voids of our smiles.
Into these voluminous green match sticks
I carve my warmth.
I rise to the wizened sky–
to immovable, muted moments,
the inevitability of a sunset,
a sky littered with monumental ashes.
I am but one solitary particle,
stumbling wistfully path to path
a pulsing nebulous
which yearns one day
to bloom as a lily
under the sun.