Might Be

So many mirrors
that the sun had to fall
or hide;
in all this ocean
I remember
to let go
and so the sun
may rise again,
this time
with a moon
and a galaxy
with a black hole
as a heart.
it's better this way,
it's a better start.
Mirrors become magic
and moons become marked,
cyclic uncertainty
with rotating characters
and this dream
of being a Sun
stop spinning
and just looks out
to reflect on what it might mean
to be a dream
and a dreamer
and a rotating uncertainty
that is certainly centered
on something
but surely it wouldn't be me
because that might mean
I am free
to create it all