The Doors Are Falling

The doors are falling, the doors are falling

Doorknobs and windows and panels and peepholes

The doors are falling onto me.

Heavy they are, easy they're not

I reach, I grab, I open, I close

The doors are falling onto me.

Soon there are few, sooner there's one

I stare, I think, I consider, I dare

Open I do, there's nothing once through

The air, I presume, the empty, the broken

The doors have fallen into me