Who Are You?

[busker]

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 ....brilliant

pacing over window screens at night— ....I can't quite place the 'window screens', but it's a niggle
strange like clock alarms in sleep, becoming
detail for the story of the dream,
never sharp enough to pierce the bubble. ....brilliant again

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. ....the personification of nightfall - if that's what's going on here, makes me do a double take

Quiet settles like a gentle smoke.
Maybe there's no bottom, only center? ....sets up the last line
Alice says the best way out is through—
take my hand and we'll fall down together. ....brilliant

This is outstanding stuff. Not much to improve on this version, in my book.