Chimera

Elegant entwining 

rising, deep and exact 

each knowing its way

the leaves become nothing more

than a synthesis of

shape and colour

smell of rotting earth 

absolves every thought I have

they wither and dissolve 

the impeccable robust

branches seem to show the way

they think they know where they are going

meager crevices 

uncover a remote sky 

black and vehement

it does not fear

I’d like to say 

that this ludicrous beauty 

is nothing but an expurgation 

from my bleak latent mind 

but the erratic constellation of branches

depicts incongruous 

whispers: 

blind and callous

phantoms of better worlds

we die