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