do i contradict myself

do i contradict myself 
wearing every single rusty fear 
like a gift from a most hopeless tailor
and counting footsteps
to prove the numbers never end
but then also 
eating light
the full prism of possible
revelry and untamed magic
the fireworks of some heaven’s energy
where everything rises so verdant so
beautiful that the only moves i can manage:
i can fall into tears
i can drown into sleep