vivianimbriotis | Sept. 29, 2024, 7:33 p.m.
Circuitry in ganglia propels
My wings to lift aloft and fly
Upon great thermals and swells
In autumn time to California
But this box keeps me tied
And my antennae weigh a tonne
The icy cold seeps into me
As I slow,
I
come
un
done
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.
lilybird | Oct. 1, 2024, 3:48 p.m.
like the set out - particularly last two lines