Elsewhere

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

About Viv

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.