Poetry - Isis Zystrid
Celestial
i am not one to resist logic,
i do not need my head
to be in the clouds
to get through
the day.
though i find no fault
in trying to keep
your pineal gland
from calcifying,
do not doubt that
the things arising within you
are attached to the ethereal.
but i have to take
this overcast afternoon
to curse that the two
have not met
in this scenario--
my divine synapses
have not alchemically bonded
to the most bare bones
version of reality.
see, when you meet
the perfect person
for you
and feel nothing for them,
it makes one desire
to take blunt objects
to the intersection
of where the physical world
and the ether meet.
chemicals have stirred in me
at such grandiose velocity--
such acute emotions
torn from the part of me