The Nothing Left Within

Existence is a thing you first watch as it seems to disappear, two eyes centered on wavering flames, you learn to move through time. The physical fades in and out as we sleep and wake, behind shadowy curtains that hide our entrapment, haunted by a radiance that's only reflected. Memories chained to light or darkness move back and forth, like dust motes wander, mirrors of the moon-wanting mind, heavy worlds which explode at our suns leaving Life itself being like a wardrobe we must occupy till at dusk discarding the nothing left within but the shadowed breath of god.