Please, don't look at me.
I'm working, writing, emptying my
Thoughts onto paper.

You stand at the window,
And the World outside looks back
In wonder.

Layers of reality peel away,
Under your gaze, and the World is left naked.

If you turn to me,
The machinery of thought will stop,
And I will become mindless.

Please, look at me.
Feed my spirit with the stars
That pulsate in your eyes.

The minutiae of process
Is pointless under the power
Of your eyes.