nothing is other than you

The Earth grows still under the pressure of your feet

In gratitude; it owes its polarity to you.

So it hypnotises its inhabitants for your discounted coffee

and halts its traffic so you’re never late for work.

The sun was born from from your eyes, and in return,

it makes silk of your skin, and glitter of your watch strap

and clouds of your hair, and jewels of your eyes

because you warmed the solar system with your glare.

The water in my glass shudders under your stare.

It’s a mere byproduct of your pain,

the amalgamation of all your hate and anger,

so we drink it quickly, eating it alive in your name.

Life consists of you: I’m created of ‘you’ particles

that bounce and mix together into ‘you’ tissues,

making me ‘you’ ‘me’, and him ‘you’ ‘him’, and you ‘you’ you.

You.