Down The Rabbit Hole

The trajectory of our fall changed right in front of my eyes.

I tried to grasp the passing meadows and fields

But no surprise

We were out of blessing and shields.

The moon lays heavy on our chests and we fear the dark.

Our bags are dragging our souls to the ground,

Leaving a mark,

Letting the predators know we can be found.

The surfaces below are muddled, they’re awfully senseless.

Nothing to soften the inevitable collision.

Our eyes are defenceless.

They take in the blur, confuse it for a vision.