Counting Lost Corridors

Zero... zero...

One...

Four walls of faded yellow glue

(eight, nine) No doors to lead me

back to

you (ten, eleven) I count the tiles upon the floor

But they just multiply to

more

Locked inside the infinite coordinate (one two three)

Every corner looks the same to me

(four five six)

Lost inside the numbers in the plaster

wall

No one hears my call

Twelve turns into a

hollow hall (thirteen)

I watch my shadow stretch and crawl (fourteen,

fifteen) The numbers whisper in my head

Repeating every

word I said

Sixteen...

seventeen...

(no way out)

Eighteen...

nineteen...

(turn around)

We are counting to infinity

Locked inside the infinite coordinate (one two three)

Every corner looks the same to me

(four five six)

Lost inside the numbers in the plaster

wall

No one hears my call

Twenty...

twenty-one...

Twenty-two...