Down the weeping hallways
And the leaking doorways
Where the lost words hide
Straining at the fullstops
Bursting like silent fruit

It's easy to get lost here
Where thoughts dim and disappear
Conversations on the inside
Where everyone says nothing
And nothing gets said.

The doors are changes
Different mind different clothes
Same way of blinking
Same fingers same nose
It's the inside that counts
Like water dripping in a cave
Hollow.