The Rabbit Hole

I must be falling

Into the void

Still

/

And the disgusting

Images

I’m seeing

/

Are either

My

Memories

/

Or but conjectures

Of my mind,

Dying;

/

Endlessly deep,

Lonely

And cold

/

Is the imagination’s

Rabbit hole;

/

As through it

I half-soar,

Half-fall,

/

I can’t remember

Who I really

Was,

/

I’m seeing someone

I don’t

Recognize

/

Who’s doing things

Which make me wish

I didn’t have my eyes

/

Endlessly deep,

Lonely

And cold

/

Is this rabbit hole

With mirrors

For walls

The Weakness

I think of you
As a thunderstorm at night,
As rainbow on the morning
Of rebirth;
/
I see you
As a blizzard, wild and blind,
And as sharp glitter of fresh snow
Hiding the darkness of the world;
/
I touch you
As I would a masterpiece –
With the warmth
Of my fingertips, solely;
/
I listen to you
As I do to the great
Keeper of time and secrets –
The sea;
/
And I cherish
And detest you
As my only
Weakness

For an Hour

I loved you
For a lonely day;
You hurt me
For an endless hour;
/
I cried my tears,
I said my prayers,
And soon my heart
Was still and silent;
/
Like scarred skin
Or a beaten dog,
It takes a blow
And hardly feels it:
/
It had been cut
And crushed before,
And never quite
Regained its sensitivity
/
It can hope –
For a lonely day;
It can throb –
For an endless hour;
/
But then,
It turns to ice again,
So I can look into your face
And share your dear laughter
/
As if you hadn’t
Meant to hurt me,
As if I hadn’t
Dreamed you wouldn’t