In the flick of an eye
             the room shrinks to a double pulse
                        and you recognise half of everything

                                  The chairs
                                                    too far apart
                                  teeter

Extravagant fables gather in doorways
            circulate like draughts with no reference

                 to the real
                             which disappears
        under the carpet

                                     when your voice at breaking point
                                                     rolls over a mouthful of bricks

to fill these crumbling arches that have
                                               opened up all over you

and you should go home now but you never can