Down down down
we go -
(and so what, I think)
into the endless,
endless reversed tunnel;
("when most I wink", he says)
and nobody ever,
ever tells us
("then do mine eyes best see")
that all that is waiting
on the other side -
is the same tunnel
all over again.
(but we cannot know)
And what is worse:
It does not matter.
(and we should not care,
and we are asleep)