Dormant

I am a dormant black hole awakening 

Taking its first holographic breaths

Breaking shadows into light

Converting day into night

Wearing death and desire obsessively 

For entertainment purposes only

Its a fashion to be spun

I am a doormat

Made of golden tear drops

Laced with love

It’s an honor and a privilege

When some one wipes their feet

Then passes thru 

Into the empty room  

No windows

No doors

I am a doorman opening windows

In a tower made of nothing

Imaginary particles 

Illuminated