I need
to fill these ever
expanding chasms in my head
tousle the thoughts around
til my bumbling fingers
are numb and worn
with bright buzzing static
that forgets its purpose
I need
to breathe in
this muggy recycled air
remember
I can close the blinds
to wide prying eyes
and the tides of the ocean
ebb and flow lazily
absent of desire
nor roaring with passion
just smudged with charcoal
in a fit of fury by god