Light worshiper, fellow
obsessive,
indentured servant
of the moon—
how like its surface
is your chevron body:
color of the unnoticed, striped
with the mute button,
dirtied with dust—
your alien eyes
are consumed
with the burning
reflections of grayed fires
which must look
as enduring
as your mania
seems stymied by windows
to us.
