Cube Work

I sit here in a cube
of thumbnails and paper
wondering my next move
in my mind and my life

I wish satisfaction
upon my dead marrow
hoping to find my place
in this sour world

Lonely as I can be
there must be something good
to rest my numb mind on
in search of my heaven

I find the clear window
punch my white fist through it
smell the heavy damp air
and finally breathe life