It happens under a clear but crying sky

frosted fingers tracing lines
interfaced to the void

another image, clawed
scrabbling it's way past your eyelids
a numerical movement, venomous
winding it's body across your scalp

you cannot unsee them
paradigm shifts
situational perception overhauls
in an already chaotic nothingness

It happens under a clear but crying sky, realization

you are not the predator
watching, waiting
but remain the prey