Nobody knows
At night my eyes shoot fire;
Padded cats slink skeptic
Past this frenzy
Fingers fly
On phantom’s keys
Hammer out the fizz
Of synapse, lung and spine
Cathedrals rise
Just a cankered worm
Is all they see
Twisting in the mound
But I am more
Not a resource, not this name
Not a shirt and not a brain
Something more
Can’t you see it?
Every body
Is an eye
Bobbing on antennae
Thousand strong and
Alien and very, very old
Or greener —
Tips of branches
Stirring in the gale
Of eons’ storm
Something more
Until
All eyes shoot fire, thirsting
For ignition on
This humble globe
But they don’t know
I show up smiling
Shaven face, disguised
In shoes
A tuft of fur:
The cats’ affection
Winking at my secret
From below