Snippets and sawdust

World's closing in around me,
I wish I'd never come here.
Soon the tears will fall,

big, clumsy blobs -
like Humpty Dumpty from the wall.
Then when it all ends,
the sawdust covers all.

I'm typing on a sawdust filled keyboard and looking at a sawdust coated screen, for the IKEA people came today to drill in the cupboards on the wall. Now everything, everywhere in the study, is covered with sawdust.

A conversation I had with myself recently went as follows:
me: Read between the lines. 

myself: But there's nothing between the lines, only whiteness. 

me: Read that, then.