Nothing Has Changed in Years

So these are wandering hours again
I've come to with a lead chest and head dregs
Washed up and hollowing out another day
Then catch a thought and pull lungs taut on the wind
Snag a shoestring heart hanging by a thread
Breathe in and reel as if the rotary was snatched up in a gale
Hot air smelts and keens with a view to building
Internal frameworks, monuments of a future self
For the longest I've had the sun climbing my throat
And left the room without saying a word