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

For Me

Whatever gods you pray to, pray for me

Believe in something for a day – for me

My mouth, you see, is sealed forever now

I couldn’t even say my own ‘good-bye’

/

In early spring smile at the sea for me,

Still cold but open to the warming light;

In summer build a house of sand for me,

In autumn make me a bouquet of leaves,

/

In winter dance alone or dance with snow –

The way I used to always dance alone –

And then, again, pray to whatever gods you know

For me, who never really learnt to speak