nothing

through some black abyss, i came out staring at the one
shining. it was cold, and the frost bit at me like a small dog;
but i was just thankful to be out and awake.

my mind sometimes turns back, and it looks as if i have tunnel vision-
staring down at that same dark hole, but that shining one holds me,
and my eyes open fully again. i can see how the universe can spin about,
without a care for who's dizzy, and i can feel how the wind is a projection of that orbit:
but with nothing left to grasp onto, sinking into the stars, blackness, shine- is really
all you can do.