Fiat Lux

Just listen to me breathe 
  but that proves nothing 

  In the middle of my circles 
  but their centre I am not 

  motonless 
  waiting 
  waiting 

  When you come, you'll come with light 
  you'll come radiant 
  You devour my shadows 
  count my notches 
  and open me up 
  open my hideaway 
  and read me out loud 
  so that I, too 
  can hear 
  myself 

  When you leave, you'll ask: 
  which one of us do you believe 
  is the beloved?  which one of us 
  is the beloved?