slipping time, or, yet another
update mass
incarceration trapped
limited
paid in dues
cracked folded
pretended time
when in darkness faced reality
turned fled obscurity
left this line in place
of quality
through doors
i've had these
read in soft hands
given it all with no demands
silent returns
greets my morning
though still the sounds
of my only being
protect this from the gazing abyss.