You are reading this with totemic vision.
your eyes are like headlight winking stars
in the void night over I-70 Kansas plains.
your finger on the mount
are like god's timeless hand tirelessly being all time,
being anything, being same, meant as everything or;
your smirk is of my creation
out of nothing, becoming nothing, going back
into nothing, after all being of nothing at the start
you are reading this as a last dying light, going out.