I don't expect a response from you and I

Won't try to elicit one

I stroke your walls as I prowl along

They seem to be so strong

Your windows are on their own they are

Letting in a steady blow

I can hear the wings of the locust

But it doesn't seem to matter much



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I don't trust your corridors

Why do I hear the timber groan



I'm getting closer

Hitting rooms no light has shown

I like the fixtures

I adore the woodwork

I lay prone

Making out faces in the plaster

My fingers probing

The molding for a trigger



Volumes of polaroids

Commemorate

Nothing to speak of

To speak of

There are whole sections of this house

Not on the floor plan

And I will ransack 'til I find myself an entry



You can't afford to ley me go on searching for a motive

You've got to assure me

Don't allow me to doubt

Produce the passkey satisfy my suspicions

Will you trick me to co-author your plans

Elaborate plans