By SHELIA BLAND
The sky is falling
A heart is breaking
Alone in a crowd
Between ears emptiness
Cries in the night
Tears falling from the heavens
Where is this world
Inside a twilight of grief
Wasteland of desire and want
A touchless world of longing
Tunes of anxiety screech across ears
All horror, all anxiety
All a prism of science fiction
Religions of Religions
Religions of objectivity
Religions of science
Religions of statistics
Religions of facts
All is religion—
A belief in non-belief
Longing to shatter the prison of individualism
A prison of me, me, me— I, I, I
Winner-take-all
Survival of the fittest
Philosophy of annihilationism
Dog eat dog
Fight to the finish
Only one left standing
A climax of doom, gloom, and isolation
The real made fantastically unreal
Screeching, screaming hollowness between ears
Oozing the slime of loneliness
Transcendental isolation…
The “I” as Godhead
Shelia Bland lives in Midtown Phillips. She has been writing most of her life to help herself understand the experiences and people in her shared world.
