a rather dismal poem…possibly more

the dark and pale imagery still flashes in the back of my mind, i wonder how long it will take before i discover that it is me. hours, weeks, fortnights? it’s only a matter of time here on earth as it is in space. a danger lurking behind every building, a whisper in the midst of every dark corner.  il m'attend dans l'obscurité. watching my steps and counting every individual blink. until, it all stops. and i awake. in his body, blood, flesh and being.