This Place This Place I step in and

My conscious shuts off

It’s like

Slowly suffocating firmly planted

Breathing oxygen as an

Anaerobic fish

Breathing and suffocating simultaneously

Looking about and

Everything blurs together

It’s like

Watching television with eyes wide shut

Seeing but not

Viewing nor understanding

Taking in and blocking parallel

I hear words and

They blend into white noise

It’s like

Trying to listen to high decibel with the

Senses of the keenly tuned

Covering your ears and hearing nonetheless

My mind paces and

Thoughts drift in order

It’s like

Sorting through infinitely without

The ability to differentiate

Trying to comprehend and lacking the capacity