I WISH YOU NO EVOLUTION

I live so beautifully, most days my thighs have a gush of blood running through them as if they have got wings and I fly and I fly so beautifully, you must know.

If you are objectively transported to a reality far wider than your own at someplace in time and gaze at the clear blue sky, you must know this. 

You must know, when the wind rushes through the locks of my hair, that ecstasy I share with no one but myself.

And, I wish it to never be yours.

You are a mere effigy locked in dreams you can never get out of, like a stone transfixed who begs mercy for a little room to evolve. 

You must know that I wish you to stay there, that in my thoughts you are still, rotting under cold ice sheets.