all in my head
is all in my head

I still catch myself
screwing up my eyes

in the mirror, afraid
to connect deeply, even

with myself. I sit
down in mirrored elevators

avoid mirrored people
which are all people

when you give off light
how easy it would be

to have no light at all
how hard I’ve worked to

extinguish that light
but you don’t pour fire

on fire. you don’t kill light
or outrun it

you are it
you are the place where light

converges, swirling into a pool
you are scrying’s purpose

the loose hands
over letters

you are there now. get it?
there is nothing more to

create. it is created
there is only that which

you will destroy
or won’t