the rabbit hole

spirals going

down

down

d

o

w

n

under the earth

which rabid soul will I find?

here at the very bottom

searching for an elixir

a truth,

or perhaps just a name

a faint voice calls out to me,

so feeble and so gentle,

whispering through a keyhole

of time, ancient and forgotten

buried within, looking throughout

find me! find who?

you you you

I am as I am

and the world is so

cradled in my arms, God falls asleep

haunted by the lullabies of all that He did

running wild and untamed

who what is aching to break free

caught up in a molecule of the

universe, begging to be remembered

I am who you are

you are all I am

who is this "you" and who is this "I"

the wind in my hair, the sun on

my lips, a taste of yesterday and

the sound of your voice,

echoing, beating, calling

in the calm, and in the cataclysm

trapped in the reflection of

a mirror and a river

in this dream

you forget yourself, you forget God

and the world is suddenly anew

"I've been here before,"

says the dying voice

fading into a foggy veil of death

when I come back next

you will look at me in the mirror

and find me unfamiliar

but you have stood here before

once and twice and thrice and...

next when you look at a stranger

standing across from you

I will find you, and you will find me

down in the rabbit hole

itching to break free.