A golden apple cut my tongue
as gravity began to fail me.
Slowly slowly slowly
the sense of right-side-up
became upside-down.
My skull,
covered in lead, dense,
assured my feet, light as air
remained heals over head.

Devoured carcass of the metal fruit
slipped from left hand
as I chased a white rabbit
quickly                     quickly                                       quickly
over threshold,
out of blue into red
that seeped into light of violet.

The chromatic difference in atmosphere
snapped me from suspension
and my spine, as I fell
s      i      l      e      n      t      l      y
q   u   i   e   t   l   y
LOUDLY
onto tiled floor.
And as I lay stranded and sleep heavy
I felt the cool fur of my prize
before slipping into darkness.