As a certain young girl fell down the rabbit hole
So too do I grow queasy at the thought of
A change in my surroundings
Mind you
The written word and expression
Occupy quite a large space
In my daily existence
But there is much to be learned from others
And sadness follows introspection
A fall from grace is nigh impossible
Beginning on the ground floor
As we are found
Choking in the dust, we
***** for the door handle
To encounter smooth memory
And long-forgotten resolve.
2011 Sam Dickinson