I dart in and out
Of the crevices of
This world,
Desperate to keep unseen,
Yes, a fool, maybe
Patient,
If you mean me,
When maybe you don’t,
Thinking I might be
Peeping through your window
When I am,
And I’m not,
I don’t dare tap
On your shoulder
For fear you might
Chop my hands off.
I must keep my distance
At all times,
Looking at you
And your world
Through the safety
Of a telescope,
As I might admire the stars,
And all other
Heavenly bodies
Such as yours
Floating in the remoteness
Of space,
Spectacular,
But also untouchable,
Your bright features
Scalding my eyes
Just to look at,
With their grand
beauty,
Yet cold,
Perhaps ruthless,
As all things living
In space are,
A matter of survival.
I drink it all in,
Get drunk on it,
And hid,
Less of a frat boy
Than a boy terrified
By his own
Shadow,
And perhaps,
As you say,
Needs a drink.
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