I carved a hole in my chest
to see what had become of my heart –
Expecting to find all hollow
I saw the cavity was filled with seeds
tiny as distant stars –
and multiple universes
platelets in a microcosmic stream
ever expanding to the unknown edges
of my interior space –
Set adrift like dandelions
the neutrinos of my extant love
dissipated into the ether –
I do not know if somewhere else
they might take root and do someone good.
Something like a sonnet for Marian's Just One Word (Hollow) prompt in The Imaginary Garden.