• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 01

Observation of the Stars

I often thought that
Stars were watching me
However that act goes.
The act of seeing
Between pictured and processed,
Projected into a thought
Focused to narrative
Fused to

Do the stars picture me;
A passive observer, head thrown stellar-ward?
Can it differentiate the
Inference of wavelengths,
Detect the trebles of ecstasy,
Desire or require the realms of the romantic
Or am I simply
A pixel hanging
(if that)
Upon a screen of blue and green?
Does it notice when my eyes are closed
Or red in sorrow?
Will it simply calculate
My slow motion descent into entropy,
A supernova tattooed
Into its eye?