bursts of false memories

find my early night

swirling within

stilling and heightening,

reminding before

striking 

nothing entirely

unfrightening, 

no way

out of this mess

trapped for certain

endless opportunities

of absolutely nothing 

just another

7 to 8 hours 

entangled, all around

the binding pressing

and crushing 

just as much 

collapsing 

while spiraling

into mindless 

hectics