Miracles in a Dessert Cup

How do you make the forest reek of poetry
And not of her sinking heart?
Amid the scent of a rainy afternoon
How do you not believe in miracles?

Her heart doesn’t sink, even as
She writes to Life on a freezing marble ball
How do you not believe in miracles
In the wild that sets a coiled up millipede straight?

She writes to Life on a freezing marble ball:
Longing is a series of nightmares jammed in a dessert cup.
In the wild that sets a coiled up millipede straight,
Send me to a fortress of gold on Jupiter!

Longing for a series of nightmares jammed in a dessert cup
Happiness decides, at last, to attend her own funeral.
Send me to a fortress of gold on Jupiter
Because Life resides in a place called Fiction.

Happiness decides to attend her funeral
While books mash mountains and rivers,
Because Life only resides in a place called Fiction.
Still, I crave to find in moments an instant home.

Like a book mashing mountains and rivers,
How do you make the forest reek of poetry?
I crave to find in moments an instant home
Like the scent of a rainy afternoon.