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.