I see the words whiz by my head
Looking for a place to settle
Shut out by I can’t
Twisted into something less
Not fill in the blank enough is here
Choosing what abounds
Leaving rubbish as it goes
A cheerful heart not strong enough medicine
To clear these swollen rooms
Any attempt to partition foiled
Insatiable is this multiplying terrorist
I must bid self-loathing leave
Insist on it in fact
To make room for all that is good
To make room for even more