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

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

of a silver fur thing. 
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In waves of weather the house lies 
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piled up wood with me inside 
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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 
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only a sound of a waterfall breathing out 

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

the lawn through window seems undiscovered. 
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A separate way of seeing. 
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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 
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thinking about what to do with a day 
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sitting while the light dies 

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