What Do You Want?

"What do you want?"
The universe asks,
And I see faint leopard spots appear.
They spiral out into infinity,
Expanding on past the suns.
"I don't want anything," I say,
As I watch the dots continue out
In an endless wave of monotone chant,
Smooth as a whisperless run.
"Want something, then," comes the universal demand.
"Want something." "Want something," echoes, echoes,
And I notice the spots come from me,
"I don't want anything," I insist,
And I don't.
I don't want anything, but you.

-jenn long