if only,
                           
                   â˜»
                   â˜»
 

she said;
we could assemble our lives
like an exquisite piece of Origami.

With every bend; crease 
and each new imagined slice,
something rather enchanting would arise.

and with such a methodical grace,
we could position ourselves
on a delicate crystaline shelf.

Our everlasting poise now showcased,
for all the heartless flesh drones
to behold us in green-eyed admiration.

could you just fathom it? she said.
                        
                         â˜»
                         â˜»
                     
                      If only.