ANXIETY DREAM #....
Something has gone Horribly wrong...
and we are now powerless to correct
the events that have led us to this
A mad siren alarm has awokened us midstream to our
destination. Ships already low air supply worsened by
a nearly out of control fire, almost out of fuel,
food rations are all gone, a sickness has begun to infect the crew.
It is even affecting our minds!
Below decks a cacophony of nauseating rumbling and vibration clutches at the bones of my soul with frigid determination.
Forces vast and unyielding move in immutable, inertial force toward some unknowable end.
At this point it scarcely matters.
We are at each others throats.
Death smiles in keening, reptilian bloodlust.
Suffocation or thirst or hunger will soon rattle our bones to dust.
The pitiless sun and lightless moon look on in expectant mockery.
How could we have planned so poorly? The fate of all our greatest
dreams and aspirations hangs by Damocles mere thread.
Something has gone wrong.
(with sincerest gratitude to W.B. Yeats)