What art may do.

today i stood staring

into a silver star

it was all shining metal with

lumps of screws along its seams

and there were maybe a hundred sharp arms

that came thrusting towards me

i was almost afraid

but each tip was snapped off

leaving triangular gashes in its cold skin

and so i leaned in

and then out again quickly

there was a face twisted in the shining silver

i thought it was mine but no

it was darker and larger

with a mouth turned round where mine won't go

so i looked in again wondering

and there was a man swallowed in the star

standing in the silver center

laughing

the noise came out reverberated

through every shattered tip of the shining star

and still he laughed

he had broached fate's sharp center

and it was empty but for him