Flat backed, sights on the sky....never would’ve dreamed all these thoughts were alive....dreary eyed to the point I’m blind by these whispering visions that encompass my mind...flat backed, in the darkness of this night...breathing in the dusk, the quiet, this eve is sublime.... flat backed staring off of the planets shrine....the distance is centered, if only for a short time....flat backed, behind these eye lids I’m maligned, for events they do race, than pace, not kind....Flat backed, alone, sharing no hold in this space and time....for this watcher is cold and quietly aligned