April 25, 2005 time seems to stand still

Staring in this machine.
Blurred my vision in contemplation.
I can no longer check for adjustments,
my thoughts sink away like this concerto.
It climbs it's harmonic scales.
I climb my harmonious thoughts.
They fall to a quiet whisper,
and muted by my hand.
As do my thought's spiral down,
and are muted by my conscience.
Thoughts are jumbled and turned,
searing all sides.
It keeps all them in,
and makes for a deliciously abhorrant dinner.
Would you like me to serve you some?
I can prepare it with some decore,
try and focus on it,
you'll need to if you want to swallow.
Set to bake until i'm conscience again.
I'm in hot water.
I wish I could drown in the feeling.
Ignore my screams,
as i do.
Let me clean up,
mask the framenting of my rotten thoughts;
company is arriving.
For a moment there I felt myself let go.
Why are they uneffected?
Can you see what is in front of your eyes,
with all it's complexity and humor.
My discontentment,
same as yours,
remains subterranian.
Eyes shut.