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

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