if you see

if you were to see me as i
really am now here in this 
filthy room building a net
one number at a time until
this place we are now like
smoke spiraling up through
the still air of afternoon

inna room with the windows 
closed and the shade drawn
white noise easing the air
pressing against my head i
feel it all the time now i
don't think i can stand it 

malformed request press it