When The Void Screams Back

That’s when you have to worry

When the tortured soul of the universe bellows sad trombones and sadder caricatures of disillusioned poets your way

When the Earth turns sideways along an unfamiliar axis and the bottom drops out

That’s when you have to concern yourself with not getting the taxes done on time or taking out the trash on a weekly basis

Can’t let that garbage pile up

Or ignore the vast, sorrowful pit the wide world calls its doldrums

Its waiting for you on the edge of town

And it is screaming screaming screaming through the neighborhood

‘Won't you be my servant?'

When the void hollers back at you, be running

Be running from the familiar, horrific echo.

Bring a map.

You'll still get lost, but at least you will know it.

Escape only fails when fear finds you empty-handed

And afraid.