I am lost,
& you are found.
Out of orbit.
Without a sound.
Bring me miracles.
So I may feed.
Equivalent exchange:
A blessing of my myriad gifts,
In exchange for new sources,
Of occult power.
Of all the things,
Skittering in the dark –
Flashlight on me.
Good choice.
Eyes peeled.
Staring contests.
