sinking into ache
limbs tingle
heart races
stomach sours
saliva catching in the throat
flooding through to panic
acid, bile, choke and sputter
curtains closing over eyes
the noises fade to whisper
blissful silence
the splendor of nothing
razor light stabs back to waking
fingers come to view
patterns on the floor
shadows move and turn to shapes
fear reclaims it's prey
the mountain of angst piled high
the clock strikes an angry chord
a fruitless end is near
i punch the clock
the tan box waves goodbye
the stack of duties looms and taunts
waiting for tomorrow
when the unassuaged resume
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