The House Where it is Impossible Not to Fall in Love

		
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