Satellite

Out in the Black
And the
Dark desolate
wastes

Among this colaked night
where we sit and stare up
wondering whats staring back

And what
Sits there
is all the while a
searching
A hermitted
Sentiense
Of
no Mouth
ButEars
And Eyes
To
See
And
Spy
A Circumnavigating
Viciousness

I realsie they can see

"
I maybe paranoid
But that dont mean they arent watching me"

But what are they checking for

A Enemy or a f
Or an Oppurtunity