I angle awake on a hairline fracture of anxiety,
bright slit of moon in the blueblack sky and a hum
like muted static breaking through.
Might it be
the universe ceaselessly informing itself
beyond our vibrational bands,
encoded data waves
slanting peripherally by,
some foreboding
or two entities, alien to us,
in first communion?
So much goes on without our knowing,
perhaps a new world without us
in the making,
no choice but to raise my antenna and bring in what I can.
