Tonight, I can not sleepBecause the eye of the Universe is watching meThe strands of the fabric of everything weave through my thoughtsAnd pull themselves through my breathThe voice of All rolls over my tongue In the unfathomable blathering of wavesOr maybe it’s just insanity, some specter of my own makingContrived subconsciously so that I will feel chosen or safeBut chosen by whom? A god long forsaken? Why?Yet this Prese...