The shared delusion
Amongst all sleepers
Falling, like Alice
My rabbit hole
A never-ending staircase
Descending into the depths
Not to hell
To the downstairs
The stairs keep extending on and on
After only a few tentative steps
I trip, as always
Not falling end over end
I slip into the unfinished space
The rectangular gaps
between the platforms
floating above a great open mouth
Teeth forming the rail
I see it disappear
As I plummet
into the stud-lined shaft
Tongue rolling over
Shutting out the light
Which is better?
Falling forever
Or waking
With a thud
Downstairs
K.B. Silver
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