Now, trapped in this closing velvet cage
the villi waving crimson rage
the whispers streaming through the gaps
lint in lungs set to collapse.

The flashing-by of frozen time
through dusty thought and weakened rhyme
lingers long on tempests new
on happy moments far and few.

A complex band of made-up time
concurrent thoughts now set in line
to each contemplate alone
to regret, rejoice, relive, atone.

To carry forth to someplace hence
free of this inhuman pretense
or perhaps return, on bended knee
to paper sand and velvet sea.