When I hide my light

I am nothing but darkness

The more thorough the negation

the more I become my own antithesis

Like a limit that is not there

you can freely trespass

Because there is no barbwire

surrounding the enclosure

and what is hidden

is thus unguarded

too open to be

much like nothing

a lack thereof where I refused to be

a space you could fill

with whatever you want

and where you would thus know me

as you know yourself – completely

and where there is no space

for something genuinely other

an abyss

of solitude and solipsism

like holding a canlde in a starless night

– a mere dream

Here,
see this extreme daylight
a world as bare as alien

everything but barren
like I have flowered in my own shadow

and can't help but to leave a corpse,
as that which is can't be cancelled

Here,
this was beyond me to begin with
as it was not my will
that created me

I emerged not knowing who I am and why,
too much to be undone.