before creation spoiled
the nothingness,
you created it.
before the mirror could see,
you saw through it.
before the gods were born,
you foresaw their failure.
life never returns compliments,
but you always do.
thought fills your hollow cheeks,
confirming its futility.
the mind softens
at the sight of you,
unable to outwit
your hardness.
you're pure poetry
in irreparably prosaic times,
all that's left
of beauty
in an ugly world.
i cherish you
because nothing else
is worth cherishing.
i place my bet on you
because there's no time
left to gamble with life.