Things in my Heart

​Life is a story
even to the dead,
I — inserted into the movie.

Another myself in a parallel reality
who is tired of being a copy
but likes the lifestyle.

To be touched physically 
through another dimension
and bleed,
to fear being killed.

The question of higher power,
of order, hierarchy,
mathematical language, music as dance, scientific reasoning
what is?

My solace:
my lover,
friendship for over a decade,
open doors on the road.

So the light is preferred 
to the dark
so what is hidden finds residence in emptiness,
so it “is”, it can’t be seen, it’s pitch-black, and it is nothing.

My heart is several shades of red and purple.