It is given to the Human Soul
to pine with elasticity.
For what is the future if not a -
Pygmalion stretch of a stoic Reality
congealed to a Pointless occupation
of Desire… in a rigid whirlpool
of Denial?

How is fire not so much an annihilation
as a rebirth by a conflagration
suckling an ice cube
made of perfect circles
squaring the deal
with your inner
djinn?

I Wish I Knew.