Alice at Last

By | 1 February 2015

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly … – Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

I un-wake to damage.
Neurotic light-bulb flicks
once off, once on, illuminates
imagined city

Inside my bedroom it rains
for days. The head
full of synaptic hauntings
shudders. Old-milk sky,

I tell myself there is
a world outside
the world. Stay still
still and gather dust.
Watch the fretful halls.

Walls convulse,
contract & close. The filament
at the bulb’s heart flickers. I
am half
dream-drowned Lethe.

There is a sickness not worth
surfacing. Better
to sink. To listen: soft light, soft
& the pressure
of doorways.

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