Pounding heads
Compounding problems
These lies and lies
Building rooms for their ceilings
A new comfort for ever puzzled heads
Closing off the mind and the sky
Overshadowing death and the dead
Looking up
Light white lino lines
Tracing them forever
Counting what can be counted again and again
I alternate between these ceilings and sleep
Each with its own false sense of comfort, security
And a hypocritical belief
