bright stars glinting
scattered across a velvety night sky
it's whatever-o-clock pm
moving slowly
on a small cardboard conveyor
guiding you through the motions
autonomously. ..

all around you
this happens
you don't need to be here
an optional cog in a much grander cosmic machine
a machine which you cannot help but stare at
yet it never even gives you a passing glance
a mirror with no reflection

background music begins to fade
as your eyes close
silence.
asleep.