beautiful mind

He has a beautiful mind
built like the Elysian Fields
impossibly green grass grows
from the wrinkles in his brain.
I am convinced this is where
the lion lies with the lamb.
Curled together in peace,
they are the dreams
he strives to remember
so he can value himself on a subliminal level.
He’s a hero tackling herculean thoughts,
unraveling the knot of the
universe
one string at a time.
He wants to achieve an understanding
of space and time,
of what it means to live.
However he has faced Death,
looked him in the eye,
for love.
Yet it is he who knows
it’s not his heart but his brain
entangled in these emotions.
Knowledge is not understanding,
but he can’t help but be forgetful
for he is only human
but his flaws are not observable
or measureable by any standard.
His imperfection is indeterminable,
his perfection is paradoxical.
He was created for stability,
to withstand a lifetime.
And when he’s gone,
he’ll leave a mark beyond his time
not in marble statue
but in photons
stuck in the solidarity of space.
He only moves in light-years
and I’m afraid what I’m seeing is
already gone.
Shadows of what once was
comforting mortals like myself.
He has a beautiful mind
built like Elysium,
and I am lightening-struck.