Consumption of the Door
I was voracious in my consumption of the door
I have now stepped outside
Light has illuminated the room
The darkness was infinite, so I never moved.
My sensations were the limit
So I went no further
Under the skin or behind my eyes
I could feel everything, there was no need for depth.
Distinctions without definitions
A world filled with kinds
Aware that they are types
Outside, I can see the words.
Mother died
I stepped outside
For the first time, examined my life
Realized that I always knew I was different.