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!