I Spoke Worlds

I spoke worlds,

but found myself a stranger in them all.

Each was beautiful,

but in each it was always night.

I sang stars,

one more distant than the next.

On each it was blindingly bright,

but time and silence drove them mad.

A man came to me and said,

"You are lovely but no one can see you."

A woman came to me who could,

but she constantly mistook me for herself.

I chanted children

who were mine but not mine.

Each carried a candle,

my body the wax they were made from.

I spoke worlds,

and all they were was lonely.

I sang stars,

separated by all that I feared and hated and could not forgive.

A man came to me and said,

"Stop talking."

My Lord, I thought,

and opened to him like a magnificent chasm. 

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