he stood there
dreaming of
greener grasses

the potentiation
for a collapse
grew larger,

stronger.

he watched all
that green fade,
rubbed out

it could have
been so much
better and

in supposition,
could have been
worse too.

these judgments
of quality are
of no necessity

they trample out
his grasslands, strip
out the verdure

if he could
stand as
something different,

stronger.

if it could just
be disparate
for him.


with all these ifs
that beauty once
beneath his feet,

all around him dies.