Lanterns

You asked how to connect with the poetry of my being

And I replied with sights to see

Because the day I snapped my neck was

The day I rolled back the curtains

With a visitor peeping through my eyelids

Who saw the lanterns in their silhouettes

And in their red glow through the trees

Who saw conical branch patterns as

Ascension into my sky,

Seeing me, as a microcosm of everything

And still remained steadfast in taking my hand to step through that membrane of

Me.

Why did I let you in? A stranger, a mishap

Because for the first time I was not alone

In my little universe of whirlwinds

Where I, the creator, and you, the anomaly, the crazy who i let see

And weather alongside me the elements of my circumstances

For now I have the void room where you stayed

Now deemed empty from your temporary tenancy

And I am left with a hole in my abode —

Swearing to never invite strangers in again.