clasped as a bud
within its own
infant leaves

suddenly we remember
we’ve never been
within the stripes
of time

how many grains
of sand fit
within a hollow thought

the pure shadow
of her eyes
sways like
a song I
heard inside a
crystal

a single forest
grows from the
myriad chimes
of fate

I sleep
under its concave
leaves
awaiting
for the worms
to crawl into
my dreams

suddenly you remember

we’ve been immersed
within immense
sorrow

and you let
the sweat become
dew
clutched to the
skin of
a new day.

Nihilistic Poetry