Blank Dots

 

I do not believe in flowers,

their colors are deceiving,

all turn brown and putrid yellows,

dried specters of enchantment

I do not believe in clouds,

their contours are a shuffle,

all turn round and fade unnoticed,

cotton candies thrown by gods

I do not believe in words,

their deliverance is delusive,

all turn up as double-dealers,

trading breaths for countless dots

yet, my heart blooms with light petals,

and my thoughts condense like clouds,

countless words arouse my spirit,

my existence fills blank dots