A silent swing  
To a closed door.  
A slow hiss  
On formal mass.  

Stripes and numbers,  
Caught in a loop—  
Procedures run  
In reverse.  

Distorted lips,  
And posturing,  
Play out  
To a full room.  

Blurred shirts  
Ebb and flow,  
Washing all  
From my view.  

Time shifts—  
Paths alter.  
Blurred screens,  
At the desk.

Warning bells,  
Blown speakers,  
Distress and  
Wretched panic.  

A locked door.  
Pounding fists.  
Screams and  
Tears befall.  

Blurred shirts  
Ebb and flow,  
Washing all  
From my view.  

The screen fades.  
The reel burns.  
Doused by  
Eternal grief.