My Eyes Are Shadows

i walk
under the stars on a gravel road
in a tiny town in the tiny glasshouse
of night sky that protects the rest
from piercing light that explodes
everyday. everyday. everyday.
sometimes the tiny stars are
the only lights i want
because they are sharp but
small and still allow for the night
instead of the star called sun
that allows nothing but its
radiance and vast shinings
and creation of shadows
shadows that cover my eyes
sometimes i just want whats small
want the world to be small
my world, myself, small
like the tiny stars
i barely see above my goulish
head in smoky air
like the tiny silver
that slices slivers
in the black.