vivianimbriotis | Oct. 21, 2024, 8:15 a.m.
Or: For the bravery of a husband, in fulfilling his wife's wish to donate her organs to the project of medicine, in the most unrelenting of circumstances
A candle flame
When blown is
A process that has ceased to be
Yours was warm
And went out early
Left it dark and hard to see
You left your form
For those who need it
Precious motes of your debris
Upon the wind
To other bodies
Sacred dandelion seed
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.