...this

this and that tit for tat

this is this and that is that

this is going stale and getting old

this ratt-a-tat-tat splat now it has gone cold

this constant this sameness

this running in the halls

this hamster wheel of compounded inevitably

this scratching of all of the walls

this scarring of all the sacred flesh

this fire that does not burn

this day this way this week

this last try this last turn

this blind vision of a daytime nightmare

this staring right into and out of my face

this never ending silent scream

this time this moment this place