Fix, myself
In a box
Put the corners to blame
In shame
There are people
Who are paid to make you safe
Dreams on rotation
As it plays back
All my fears get their frames
Expanding
On a wall that
I have put on display
Mute what is left
Let the feeling
Drain out of your chest
Impaired, distorted action
Data blocked
From your head
Fix myself
With my own hands
Do not accept any help
It's a Trick
A trick question
When the answer
Is the trick itself