Back to the Zero

I've always walked on your carpet
Yet the carpet is a firework of
blossoms and germination,
in every knot and tie of our deeds.

Everything, every colour I’ve ever seen is
a moment of the burn of your fireworks.

I have never seen anything but you.
There has never been anything but you
and me.
Me and you are the same
recognizing that in a glance,

recognizing everlasting
in the zero,
zero
of now.