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I know what I think could be wildly off

In some parallel universe I don’t know

I’ve created in a back eddy of hubris.

I’ve gathered things up and set them a swirl

To coalesce into my becoming.

It was an unwitting act,

A stumbling into the future.

I snuck behind my own back

Through dark labyrinths in my head and fearful heart.

I tried to aim for the light

And the warmth of the sun,

Though with my blindness,

I can’t be sure I haven’t come out

Where all my theories are burning down.