the white rabbit turns and stares as if more amazed than me
how ephemeral my grasp on what goes on
as the twitch of his nose notices the future in the air
deep in the hole where ideas are smuggled
i now lost again in self reference, beginning at the end
full fathom feeling the energy in confusion
the rabbit leads me to the middle of a rhymeless fear
and the steel i stole reflected such a void
to return as light hit with hammers of the hard philosophy
the hand of time stir the pools of my thought
i left the white rabbit behind, in a past that i imagined
Reflection
