House Shape

Bb E B Bb

Bb
I stayed inside all morning
G
watching waves of rain pass over
F
cold and dry by the window

I didn't turn a light on.
      Bb
The fireplace dead since last night
G
emptiness inside, cold morning
F
low grey sky immense living belly

of a silver fur thing.
    Bb
In waves of weather the house lies
G
piled up wood with me inside
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F
I'm piled up dust, alive, dreaming

or walking whirlpool of water
Bb
awake and indifferent
            G
looking at cars go by and then get 
forgotten
  F
only a sound of a waterfall 
breathing out

in one long exhale
Bb
rings in my ears for a moment
G
then another wave of rain blows over
F
greying out the light

the lawn through window seems 
undiscovered.
    Bb
A separate way of seeing.
    G
A separate way of breathing it in.
   F
A lost world separate from the usual

barely meaningful waking and 
dreaming.
Bb
Lost in an unfolding
G
thinking about what to do with a day
F
sitting while the light dies

until finally it's over.
   Bb
In blue dusk I finally step outside
G
breathing in the cloud that has 
settled
F
noticing a black looming house shape