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

Awake

Why did you have to wake me up?
Unhappy I was not,
Dancing with mists of Sleep
/
Since I remember, I have been
An unknown, a watch on the hand
Of Time, always counting something
/
My eyes – for much too long
They have been shut; now
How am I to open them to life?
/
Now that I have a body and a mind
To feed, how will I learn
How not to poison them with life?
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Please, please, I beg you, leave me,
Ruthless morning sun!
The light unto the great book I can’t read
/
The book of life, written in every tongue
I do not speak, by someone
Much like you – the opposite of me