The Crawling Eye

(A Fifties Monster)

Fear is it’s arsenal.

It wants to take your place.

It’s planet is Mercury.

It needs a history.

It does not know itself;

Save through you.

It’s country is a shadow

in the space

in which all things happen.

It arrives in a blanket

of fog to disable

your defenses. 

It has no politics

or religion,

no belief system.

It need only

feed off your memories

to amuse itself. 

It has stars in it’s eyes.

It wants you to make

wishes. 

It likes you lonely

because it is lonely.

It collects.

It obeys no logic.

It will do anything 

for you.

It wants to appear good.

It is always acting.

When it isn’t acting,

it can wait indefinitely.

If you resist,

it can be patient.

It can’t live on it’s own.

Your death gives it wings.

It wants you crippled,

anesthetized on a table.

Reacting won’t give it

what it needs.

It wants response.

This is how it measures you.

You must do more

than connect it’s dots;

it will produce your enemies

to better understand you.

It is insidious.

It lives by lulling

so it can study you,

where you are vulnerable,

it becomes vulnerable too.

But it is not vulnerable.

It likes to cry

and craves your tears.

It is extremely sentimental.

It sings when it is hurt;

a song of celebration 

and mourning.

It wants to know more,

yet there is no end

to it’s knowing.

It wants to know 

what you know.

It hates itself. 

Otherwise,

it would not need you.

It likes to comfort you

but it cannot comfort.

It’s comforting is all for show.

It wants you to need it.

It will do anything for you;

even die beside you.

You cannot get away from it

even by killing yourself.

It will go with you.

It feeds on your fear.

Fear draws it to you.

It cannot love itself.

It loves to trade 

it’s talents

gladly for yours.

It admires 

what you can do.

It wants your story.

It is endlessly curious

and all-seeing.

It wants in for a look around.

Once in

it goes through your things.

Nothing is missed.

But it leaves droppings.

That’s how you know.

It wants you to want.

It’s outlook is pessimistic.

It shows you darkness

but pretends to bring light;

two darks don’t make a light.

It finds out your sins

one by one;

this is how it eats.

It is never without hunger.

It loves everything you do.

It wants to do them with you

for twice the fun.

But make no mistake:

It gives only to take.

It has no transcendence.

It knows only wanting

and it’s emptiness 

must be filled.

It has tried to meditate

but it gets nothing.

And nothing won’t do.

If you are lonely

you may not resist.

If you have fortitude,

It will try and break in.

It doesn’t lose interest,

easily entertaining itself

while it waits.

Through your resistance

it knows you.

Resistance makes a muscle.

Resistance draws it down.

Your muscle is it’s food.

Save yourself.

Peter Valentyne

May 25th, 2019