Epicentre

 Enfolding back in on my centre

decreasing void can't avoid epicentre

A Venus fly trap of detention, my

own self-absorbed indirection.

No more room to step aside stoop

to hide, hungry eye died without

detection, held within a cocoon of solemn

sobriety, my solo society grasping

demented perceptions.

Imprisoned by condition this onward rendition

reshaping a former foetal state, lone without a

reaction my eventual demise and subtraction.