House Shape

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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
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