Down Elevator

Everywhere

Nowhere

And anything in between

Such a fucking immense
abstract concept
breeding uncertainty demons
rattling around within
our cluttered 
overwhelmed heads

Feeding the screech
is now a full time task

Discordant notes are we
in the original 
grand symphony scheme
spawned randomly
from the Big Bang loins
of the space/time continuum

Or maybe
our Universe
once had a maestro conductor
who got bored
or disillusioned
to such an extent
they put their craft
on auto pilot?

A background Muzak
distraction serenade 
on a 
falling
elevator
to oblivion