One small tiny planet
One minute individual
with a cluttered noisily
crowded mentality
all screaming for relief
and attention.

All blown up, puffed up
in this atomic moment
of consciousness
which seems forever
which circles into itself
with concentric circles
erupting, exploding into
words attempting to make
some sense of all of this

All twirling anxiety
and flopping sloppy lips
going a mile a minute
going no where
trying to make some sense
disappearing back into the
black void of silence
at least
in space no one can hear you scream. . .