Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Like a parabolic mirror containing
Spherical light wave images
Of the room it sits within
I dip inside my surface
To the boundless possiblity
Of everything I reflect
And somehow contain

The anything of existence

I am the almagamation
Of everything outside me
Inside the barely existent
Shell of who I am;
The hologram created
By reality reflecting
As I meet it.