Silent Soliloquy

            Silent  Soliloquy



              Primordial urges confuse me
              as do these abstract thoughts
              but I am alone, naked and fearful
              in a strange, chaotic place

              A bloated, red sun hangs low
              casting awkward shadows from foul trees
              and, in the steadily encroaching twilight,
              pale, twin moons start to rise

              I recall no journey, no transition
              one minute sipping cool, mint tea,
              the next, sprawled openly
              on coarse, yellow grass and black stone

              In the distance, I hear eerie cries,
              and my skin crawls
              my bowels loosen, and I shiver,
              not from the cool air, but terror

              What laws compel this universe?
              what predators prevail?
              and, more importantly,
              what God, if any, hears my prayer?


              C.  Lon  R.  Bruso