vivianimbriotis | Feb. 8, 2026, 12:44 a.m.
See - on my evening run
a scrambling scrawny mass
atop a tree unlit by sun
a stealthy nocturnal lass
Silence shatters all at once
The fruitbat screams and swoops
Shes gnaws at vegetative matter
Despite the lack of fruits
And look - her smaller form now joined
Her fellows on the wing
A aviary term once coined
For flying foxes flittering
"Good morning!" I cry upwards to them -
"EEEEEEERGH", they all reply.
I'd share some fruit, some seeded loot,
But I'm more a vegetable-y guy.
Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.