The sheer thought of a universe–
Crashes down on my shoulders
Like a large body on an old mattress.
It’s flows, forgetting to ebb
And steals away my breath
Continuous waves, crippling my neck.
Because in that universe is a diversity–
Burrowing into our perceptions of why
We are here, it scares me:
My fractured state; my fragmented fate.
Unearthly sorrow and undeniable angst
Controls my body’s anxiety-rage.