If I am not the entire world
I am nothing.
If one person speaks beyond my reach
Everything can be questioned,
I must have missed that one day in class
Or I didn’t pay attention at all;
One look at the gallery wall
And my masterpiece falls to the floor.
The hole in me widens to absorb the unknown,
The mist I hadn’t considered before
Obscures the horizon, becomes the whole.
Everything outside of my skin disappears.
I've made the world make sense until it doesn’t,
When the temporary details can no longer keep
The fabric one coherent weave, and all is lost,
My eyes are as dead as the stars.
