The world of my soul is so huge
I hear immensity in its silence.
I go to its edge and look for light,
the switch that will illumine
its darkness,
and I touch nothing.
And then as if a hand is reaching,
I enter, and everything is proportioned
to my heart.
I see walls and doors,
jungle and sand,
a generation of past and future,
and I know where I am
is the edge of creation,
the lifeblood of myself,
of an empty world writing notes
of a thousand and one nights
being created,
finding its life in the Garden of Eden.