vivianimbriotis | Jan. 8, 2024, 9:07 p.m.
A wood nymph lay immanent
The future on her oak lips
A dragon girl innocent
I was someone she could fix
My mind wove a fabled grove
A lover fair, a canopy
A night cold, a cradled stove
A world serves my vanity
A decade since I’ve been that
Contented while unsleeping
A place I’ve not been seen at
Sealed tight for safekeeping
A life asleep unseeming
My cortex weaves, let him play
To wish I could – daydreaming –
Return where the wood nymph lay
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.