RED DOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PHOTO

Red dot red dot. Are you supposed to be?
Winking like the Terminator’s damaged eye
Winking like the night taillight
Winking like the road not taken
A glitch in the digital veil

On the highway I would follow you and take heart
A wormhole, you grow and grow
Magritte’s apple in a room
A rupture in the cityscape
A way through
A reminder

Red dot, so still when all around you is
Waking
The man is frozen, his statue hands
But you have the fortitude.