overwhelming sense of dread

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

its tongue flicks at me.

out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.

it dissolves.

what does it want from me?

it slithers away, back to its damp home.

i once saw the face of god in the stars

which grinned as it opened its mouth wide

and its dust cloaked the earth

and its light drummed upon the ground