Makes me remember.
Colors.
Every never and again
a singular piece
of
art.
Makes me remember
Light.
Motion.
Makes everything stop.
Turns off the noise
in my head.
Makes everything
that is left
so stark
and bright
and trasparent.
And what is left
is me
without need of mirrors
only windows
open windows
I see myself
alone
without reflection.
I see
what is left
is dream
and completion
imperfect
and exquisite
for me.
Every never again
and again
I see
what is
exquisite.
Effortless and burdensome
without vanity
or flame.
In am moment
One.
Every never and again
and I can
breathe.