as though it matters

the great eye appears at will

watching but not seeing

details, from beyond the clouds

it never speaks

its cold, dead stare is always there

unnoticed for days and weeks and sometimes months

but glaring

reassuring

a focal point for tired eyes

for darkened minds

through gray wails of mundane noise

shattering reality with a glance

it doesn't take more than a glimmer to light up a night's despair

to inject a notion of more

in something so empty

it doesn't change a thing

it doesn't need to

couldn't even if it could want to

it doesn't matter

it's chill moves me

towards

… just towards

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