Star Block

 
Fuck it
the hand has stopped working  
they've gone  
those ethereal ones  
out there and under my skin  
guiding my words  
while the air tingles  
   
I keep looking  
from the corner of my eye  
just in case  
there's that flicker of light  
a sign  
   
Out on Orion's belt  
the hunter sheaths his sword  
constellations crumble  
and new stars are born  
and all I'm left to ask  
is why did they choose me  
as I wait patiently
for their return  
with a lump in my throat  
and a dry open mouth.