I AM A COLOURFUL HEARTBEAM
My arrival home occurs over and over
I’m not running away anymore
The ceiling is the ceiling
and the wall is the wall
I look at myself in the mirror
and repeat to myself
I am no one. I am nothing
And here I am now at the centre
of the universe playing
hide and seek with myself
And with each rotation
our feelings inverse,
and I continue
this converse with
the universe