The fold-away concerns are piling up

Spines stacked to crush, volumes lost to the dust

This choked bookcase can only hold so much

We allocate to the abyss and duck

Moving through the brain

To the empty space, past the fog

Weak barricades leave us to our own thoughts

Hammering in to the collapsing walls

Hammering in to the collapsing walls

Hammering in to the collapsing walls

Hammering in to the collapsing walls