the distant
droning
of undulate
whirring
persisting
shifting
into hours
the lonesome
shrill
of a room
filled with faces
whose failure
to listen
eclipses quietus
quashed
beneath the anguish
of this bedlam
mind
what darkness
familiar
yet follows
unfurling
the fears
of forgotten
infernos
unduly writhing
beneath twilight
reflections
Max, or Not 