Labradorite

I am taken a step back

wept onto my knees by the beauty around me
waves that awash in walls corrode
and I am left with what becomes me

a factory / a vestiary

a negative space of what I understand
the ghosts, well they do still pertain
glint differently under the looking glass
no more questions are asked than
there are tunnels through my hands

and I am broken up / pushed aside
vanquishments of the creations
and destruction of universes
that I cannot attempt to hide
no more alive on my feet
than I am dead on the sand
I am broken up / pushed aside
by the beauty
and my understanding
of it's relationship to who I am.