beyond the ship, beyond the message.
Magnified from the curve of the glass, those
big gray eyes.
They follow me around the room,
above the words.
Because they're watching,
she dances.
She dances, while I paint the walls
with my smile, with my frowns, with
all those peculiar expressions.
Instead I decide to wander slowly;
around the empty, endless hallway.
Listening only for an echo.
The big gray eyes still watching;
learning how to blink.
Skimming, not filtering, the temptation of fear.
Sometimes I catch them looking too close.
The way a stranger creeps from afar.
Most of the time, they don't look deep at all.
Those big gray eyes;
they're impatient, they're unreliable protection.