Memories come crowding me
as I sit sipping something, staring
dryly at this silent screen
my psyche feels like an abandoned infant
sniffed at by nameless shadowy figures
terrorized by their undeclared intentions
traumatized by missing links in my understanding
even my squeaks like suppressed farts, dissolve inside
every now and shocking then
something blows up inside
the whole cosmos rocks
shudders and judders
to a whimsical stop
I scream wordlessly to words
that I thought were inseparable friends
now jilting me, fleeing like hunted rabbits
fear like a jelling miasma
hangs thick in the air
angst piles up inside
like tremors piling up in earth’s belly
will the next implosion
deliver me from this woolly universe
of fears and insatiable hungers
that I keep weaving around myself ?
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