My Pale Glow

Everything is filled to the brim
with love undying, all inclusive
there in wooden brocades and
abandoned rooms used for the
public, a dull pulsing reddish
or sometimes gray blue light
flashing through, these clouds
I cusp with my windows 
of my eyes and the people
ebbing just as the ocean just as
the universe,
so very large and small
all at once.