yin

T h e C r e a t u r e

do you see that thing?
eyeing you from the corner
like you're something.

isn't it sweet?
isn't it scary?

do you see that thing?
who is observing you,
my dear.
it is always there,
waiting into when
you will turn on its side
and then disappear.

isn't it sweet?
isn't it scary?

do you see that thing?
at the corner of your eyes.
do you feel that thing?
it is now standing
right on your side.

isn't it now smiling?
isn't it now frowning?