the unseen

[Hurst]

I drive the empty streets,
From pool to pool of light.
Heartbeat slowed, in my chest,
Imagination altering line of sight
To see what isn't quite right.

I know what I fear does not exist,
That my enemy's my own mind,
That these winds are no more malicious
Than the stars when aligned
Or a lonely sea captain left behind.

Cars shreik through nearby streets,
Like vultures circling their prey.
These irrational fears of synapses,
For the moment stay, but
Will seem nothing in the light of day.