boundary

I'm talking about how

quiet maps the room

makes it everyone I know

an obvious love or something

bound and diary

little pain in my eye socket 

from stalking the light

last strip lifts

in terms of how it was

a constant failure to report

or like I’m autoplay

blasting inside

a long slow alarm

woven in

walls echoing off 

the shiny cry

of every movie

outrageous weight of patience
laid down next to losing