I heard the fan retching
sporadically.
The free will and spontinuity of machine.
It hit like a hammer every time,
that was the one and only guarantee.
And so,
god willing,
I moved my seat.
prepared and willing to accept nothing but pure;
unrefined concentration.
Flashback so, so many years ago.
I was woken to my ceiling crumbling down
and yes,
I did scream.
How strange,
yet strikingly funny:
At this age
I still fell like the walls are narrowing
and the ceilings are caving in.