ENTANGLED

Sometimes at night
From the undercover solace
of the duvet
At the times I can no longer
converse with the howl, or
The lamenting agony of wind
When the spider entangles
itself
Screaming from the
blackness of its self made
destruction
I project myself
Into the nothingness... of the
Everything
Clasp my fist tight, around the
beating heart
Of a something, I do not
understand and... cling...
Cling on for dear life

M P 9/5/21