The Sun and the Night

Staring at the light
it becomes night
in my eyes

Staring into the night
the nothing
is too big

just as the light is
too big, too dangerous
for my body

I have to stay in between
life is scattered
light, softened

by the force of weight
the mass in which there is room
for an incomprehensible amount of energy

the darkness of death
the still life in which life is
a miracle every day