making plans in the dark

waiting here. in the blue. in the dark.
waiting for others. who’s waiting for me?
rushed in here, rushed to the front.
then collapsed. fragmented.
and I’m waiting here to pick up the pieces.
i feel now.
five floors of windows like an insect’s eyes.
what do they call that?
not cells. segments maybe? they seem geometric.
i’m annoyed-
and then it goes away.

compound eyes.