the room is lined
with cathode ray sets
tuned to dead static
a million buzzing flies
crawling inside
a vacuum of light

sifting through the
chaotically ordered
mediations of meditation
as the tentacles rise
from the murky depths

a kaleidoscopic view
into bubbling madness
pinpricks dancing feverishly
in disharmonic fits
calling fervently in
guttural moanings
as the abyss churns
a rising tide of insanity
in swaths of desperation