TO BE EVERYTHING

you’ve done things, you’ve started and started and started

you’ve nearly drawn a circle so many times

you’ve begun and begun and begun

you’ve talked and talked and talked your existence into being

it is so clear that it is an alternative world which doesn’t exist

you’ve pinned it and posted about it and opened the door

the breeze comes through

the room is lighter

the sun is on the other side

a permanent glow

and somehow, that has been enough

to know it is there, to know when you walk through you will become the light

the dream

the eternal sun from the centre of it all will fill

every pour of your being

all the holes will shine like a 

blinding mirror ball

you have not stepped through the door

it’s propped open with your foot peering through

Sometimes it slams shut

you need to take the door off the hinges

There is no door.