Joy: A Prompt Response.
Poetry Prompt № 6.
fleeting like a finch outside in a storm,
downright im-possible for me to sustain —
it runs like a cheetah after a gazelle in
the delirious wild, and dying desert — parched,
your power to heal my Nihilism;
the Death of a Semblance
of Universal Order.
of your exquisite body,
& the beautiful meridians
of your mind,
can save me.