Noise Anxious

Blurriness, my eyes watered a soft
rain, and the clacking of keys
ruffle of white paper, the water fountain
the noise, the quiet noise and the loud noise
it accumulated. more clacking, more
noise, and I grew more anxious. I still
was struggling to see. And there was
more and more noise there, and
it was like a snowball rolling
and rolling, and I wanted it to
of course stop, to slow, to break down
into the tiny pieces, but it kept growing
and the dirty oiled pieces streaked through
and suddenly it was greater than I
and I was staring up, and I could no longer
see the top, and it was coming. It was coming
for me and I could do nothing but wait
to be swallowed whole. It rumbled along
and rumbled more and more, and I couldn't
I couldn't see. I wanted to see but I couldn't.
This is it, this