as above so below

and one long day the oppressive darkness
suffocated my soul and the stale air threatened to swallow my light
and the safe hiding place where I had tucked myself away
was simply no longer an option
the doorknob was cold and perhaps etched with flowers, but I turned it nonetheless
and stepped into the light
behind me - I did not look - but behind me
I imagine the dust motes swirled in the new fresh air
spinning off the dusty shelves and out of secret corners
forming fragile universes
of dead skin cells and future belly-button lint
and these clusters - when examined - look exactly like galaxies
made up of atom-solarsystems made up of me
and maybe if you looked closer still
you would find an electron named Earth
and maybe we'll never be able to see further
because it's a mirror of a mirror of a mirror
but when I step into the light
I feel the Earth as it is
rotating on its axis
revolving around the sun
out on the arm of an isolated galaxy (also spinning)
pulled by a vacuum- maybe a door opened-
pulled further away from the others
as my universe expands