Quilted walls might help
To insulate me.
An infinite hall would let
Me pace more firmly.
Silence
Or at least no songs
Might help delay the madness.
No windows to stare through,
No cameras to stare at,
No goggle box to hypnotise
Might pacify or crucify me.
No heating, no washing
Might purify me.
No colours or textures or shapes
Might concentrate me.
No carpets, nor boards
But seamless floors,
And frames, no doors,
Might allow me focussed thought.
No power,
No lights,
No gas,
No heat,
No water to drink,
Might make me think.
Square rooms, no curves,
No fancy angles
No coving, no skirting, no dado, no picture.
No detail to distract me.
A cubic room with just one frame.
A plaque beside it,
Just my name.
Surname, Forename.
Fucking mad.
One of the most fascinating
That we've ever had.