all or nothing?

all
these things are seemingly unrelated;
some not even visible to the naked eye.
they laugh at me, daring me to speak only truth.

twin
lights stare back at me from the reflection in the mirror:
who are you? what are you doing here? how…
is it possible that we even exist?

infinity
is the colour of invisible. i
want to buy a cloak that colour, fade
into the sigh of eternity.

twelve
shuffles itself around my brain as if seeking
a purchase. it has no meaning. i am searching
for meaning.

© 2010. leonie wise