All boxed up
In a den of misanthropy
My hallowed cave
Of simmering discontent

I drift sullen
And greet reveries with fervor
Grateful to the abstract
The weightless
Out-of-body twirl

Far away
From slow burning kin
As they shrink day to day
In their agonizing refrains

Gracious solitude
Blurs my perceptions
Shredded to bits
Into useless, strands of confetti

How I slip away
From solid ground
Sent soaring for the ether
The meandering
Mindless swerve

Where deafening cries
Cannot reach
Despite the shrillness
Of unsheathe desperation