i stare into the dead of the night,
with stars blinking their eye back at me.
goosebumps.
the night breeze envelopes my arms,
hugs me strong and tight and cold.
i feel a magnanimous presence,
a pair of eyes—no—
sets of eyes.
it's them, i feel it.
i am the center of the universe,
and here they are
gravitating towards my pull.
so urgent. . . so, so, so urgent.
have they come to take me away?
