Centre off

Why does it screech, why does it tear, why do the nerves flay, why do they dangle and decay raw? Why does this fire scourge and consume so, why do these days linger on and on, what purpose does this sad trajectory of mine serve, where does the star explode, where are days consummated with meaning. Where does the empty strumming of a heart serve a cause. Fear escalates and grows and outgrows and out lives and out lasts.