Peer into the looking glass
Through to the shadowy pit
There is a figment curled tightly
Just under the lash at its periphery
Look deeper.
Past the mouth
Past even the bottom
Of the crater
Into its hidden systems
Of tunnels, streams
Cellular clusters of caves

Right...there.

Can you see it?--

That which makes you twitch and sway
And grasp at phantoms?

These are the inhabitants of the mind
The cold, pitiless
Dendritic eels
Feeding on the sparks
At each synapse