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[font=Courier New] at night
in the doll house
sometimes
it's scary
but in the day
it's empty
just the silence
except
when the dogs bark
their barking
barking that we hear in movies
barking that assures us it's real
though even we know
we know it's just a movie
even though we're really here
we're really in the doll house
so
why do they try?
whoever is
whoever is outside
while we
we only want to be
to feel somewhere
to get
outside the day
to leave
the night
to go away
but closed
inside this house
that doesn't have a dog outside
so we forget about the dog
and all the silence
there's the sun
that's streaming through our windows
lighting up these motes of dust
these windows
bragging what the sun can do
the sun in afternoon
when everyone's away
our house
our house in silence
us inside
through all these years
of seeing sun
of feeling all this silence
silence like a river
like a river we can never join
the silence is this house
the sound of this old house
the sound that this old house it makes
the empty sound that this old house it makes
on days
when there's nobody here
nobody here but us
this house
this house of dolls
is where we live
is where we live and never leave
we never leave this silence
silence that
that really isn't here
this house
discarded years ago
there isn't anyone
not even me
to leave
to go away
all this
all long since pulled apart
decayed...
though still
in this old house
inside the middle of a day
when everyone's away
this silence
must make way
to dogs
to their faint barks
the barks that crawl inside
the dream as it reveals
the movie of this house of dolls
the we
the movie we
the us
the well-dressed dolls of us
the well-dressed dolls
the us
the us that we must be
- - -
in the doll house
sometimes
it's scary
but in the day
it's empty
just the silence
except
when the dogs bark
their barking
barking that we hear in movies
barking that assures us it's real
though even we know
we know it's just a movie
even though we're really here
we're really in the doll house
so
why do they try?
whoever is
whoever is outside
while we
we only want to be
to feel somewhere
to get
outside the day
to leave
the night
to go away
but closed
inside this house
that doesn't have a dog outside
so we forget about the dog
and all the silence
there's the sun
that's streaming through our windows
lighting up these motes of dust
these windows
bragging what the sun can do
the sun in afternoon
when everyone's away
our house
our house in silence
us inside
through all these years
of seeing sun
of feeling all this silence
silence like a river
like a river we can never join
the silence is this house
the sound of this old house
the sound that this old house it makes
the empty sound that this old house it makes
on days
when there's nobody here
nobody here but us
this house
this house of dolls
is where we live
is where we live and never leave
we never leave this silence
silence that
that really isn't here
this house
discarded years ago
there isn't anyone
not even me
to leave
to go away
all this
all long since pulled apart
decayed...
though still
in this old house
inside the middle of a day
when everyone's away
this silence
must make way
to dogs
to their faint barks
the barks that crawl inside
the dream as it reveals
the movie of this house of dolls
the we
the movie we
the us
the well-dressed dolls of us
the well-dressed dolls
the us
the us that we must be
- - -
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