08-18-2023, 01:23 PM
It was dark inside the rabbit hole.
People calling out above with questions,
urging me to climb the crumbling wall.
They are multiplying like mosquitoes
pacing over window screens at night—
strange like clock alarms in sleep, becoming
detail for the story of the dream,
never sharp enough to pierce the bubble.
Faces try to catch me with their eyes;
gazes pulling, drawing up their baskets.
Who decides what happens next? The wall
slicks with rain, and nightfall's asking questions.
Quiet settles like a gentle smoke.
Maybe there's no bottom, only center?
Alice says, "The best way out is through—
take my hand and we'll fall down together."
People calling out above with questions,
urging me to climb the crumbling wall.
They are multiplying like mosquitoes
pacing over window screens at night—
strange like clock alarms in sleep, becoming
detail for the story of the dream,
never sharp enough to pierce the bubble.
Faces try to catch me with their eyes;
gazes pulling, drawing up their baskets.
Who decides what happens next? The wall
slicks with rain, and nightfall's asking questions.
Quiet settles like a gentle smoke.
Maybe there's no bottom, only center?
Alice says, "The best way out is through—
take my hand and we'll fall down together."