where two walls meet
and two eyes rest
I am moving
with no meaning

sounds of routine
a way to dissolve
let me be lost this day 

  muted familiar fragrances
distant fleeting recollections
this beauty I [bad word] to know
shatters
then recedes
in brittle air

aimless vagrant waters
draw me out with the tide
gasping, slowing descending
screaming toward the shore

painful persistent images [bad word] my sleep [bad word] in dreams
faint droning echoes within the walls
veiled reminders
of regret time will hold