lestyebecomeamonster

Vast and haunting, the canvas of an onyx veil, pin-pricked and twirling in place. Where they were left. Rotating and shaking, seeking always night. The radiance in cold ether. He set me there,   in the ether. For me to twirl  and twirl, as a radiance. to gaze at. . . But I went out of focus -- out of your scope And you have misplaced me. Permanently,  gazing into your circuitous kaleidoscopic tele-lens, though, They all look the same now.