Rock, Paper, Blindspot, and You

And so here I am,
Back again in your blindspot.
Not in your thoughts,
Nor in your fascinations,
Not even a chance, years from now,
To be in your recollections.

To be in your blindspot,
Is like not even being born,
But conscious enough to lament.

And so here I go,
In this august month of 2017,
Back into the blindspot,
Back into the Total Eclipse.

And I will look for you wistfully,
Among people coming in droves to see me.
Showing them my fate, cautioning them in whispers,
Not to be your enemy, you the heartless one.