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 ?