BELONGINGNESS

The circle orbiting the forehead

Is in touch with odd sensations!

You find yourself staring

Into the abyss of a vibrant secular refrigerator.

The orange light hurls at you,

The circle around your forehead

Feels as though a cracked crater!

Your feet slips on the naked marble.

Water taps in notes of breaking bubbles.

Stomach simmers to a boil.

Fingertips grip on the edge of the door.

Cold howls of gas breezes by your hair.

The choking whites of plastic crumbles;

On it, milk stored deserts into stale cream.

Lonesome curd hardens into a drought.

In some forty ticks the alarm goes off.

The mind that was asleep

Is banged into some belongingness.

A word very familiar.

A feeling extremely alien!