Meteorite-gaze hitting the horizon and curving it towards the inside,
like a circle curved towards you from all around,
a distance that squeezes and presses,
the lid that unravels you and leaves you
alone, naked, in full light,
exposed to all the rigid horizons,
that erupt sparks of towards-you-motion,
they watch and you have nowhere to hide,
and the sky's immense eyelid blinks upon you,
turning you upside down and caging you
in the eternal stare.

5 March 2002.