what
was
it

this
fable
of deformities

life

when all
thought
is of the size
of a grain
of rice

and you shave
to feel the snow
on your cheeks

clueless

of how you
indefatigably
will love
the next
occurrence

in this
fable
of ideal
encounters
with something
real.

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry