I lie outside.
A breeze ruffles the hangings of my infinite chamber.
Venus rises in the sky.
Venus sets in my flesh.
I live in a world where independent minds
Must cling to things
Or pull things to death
To ward off madness
Or the vanity of virtue.
Yet solitude and closeness to infinite things
Remind me that the soul is an infinite chamber
Where beauty exists unseen like
The stars of between space
Or flowers that bloom in the dark.
I grow tired
And wonder can darkness shine bright