SinisterSerenityy

   -and like a deer    caught in the headlights    of an oncoming storm    you, gesture    whispering, fearful;   'stop    stop, there's    no danger'    as your    lips quiver and    the wrist-    watch chiming    twelve'o'midnight    shivers through your    bones, rattling    the cosmic space    between your lungs and    the night sky shakes    as you exhale and    wonder, when,    where    you had    misplaced    your name [your blueprints  to your fears, to your  nightmares; impossibly  blackened, drenched  in stars you had  plucked, stolen  from a dreamless  sleep]-