While you close your door
and open your window
to keep an eye on me I shape-shift
into a pair of pruning scissors
or a tool to mend your broken outside.
An outsider, I am. My stars witnessed
a harsher landscape.
Evening brings in them here again.
I stare at them. Those windows of the Infinity.
Doors are closed black. You sent
your white spaceship to knock at those.
I wonder if they will strip search
the shaft for the bomb
called humanity.
reubenwoolley 