There's a strong box
in an empty corner
a beeping sounds off
the battery is low
my possessions cry.
I look to my right
moving my eyes upward
until I see a crack
crossing the ceiling
veins of an earthquake.
Many noises amplify
merging into my head
and back out again
just to interrupt me
and my sterile thought.
A knock at the door
startles me wide eyed
and I tip toe to view
this intrusive mortal
whom brings me advice.
I decide not to answer
with my: "I beg to differ
on their ideas of creed
and devoted witnesses"
with respect by absence.
Here I sit wondering
who in the hell am I
to shun those of God
but then who are they
to thump their religion.
I assume I have sinned
again I go and glance
thru my tiny peep hole
watching and spying
the passerby's and you.
The you who would like me
to come out of my safe womb
tho it will most likely
never occur in the now
nor will I answer the door.
Meanwhile I stand pondering
this disconnection I have
with the outside world
and that I am comfortable
being numb and lonesome.
There's a slight breeze
just now and it is nice
as my patio window is ajar
I hear my favorite chime
it moves me to step out~
