Frozen, completely still
White squares on the walls
You've seen a thousand times before
Innate, familiar, completely new
Emanated by blackness
Dusted over by disregard

The memories of garnered squares
Digested like a populous pit
Halting your pant
for an immense instant
                                                                                    
                                                                                                   Exhale.

Ignorance is the way to see them disguised
As white squares on the walls
You wish you could conveniently forget.