Down The Rabbit Hole Poem by Singer Joy

In the spindly
Stairwell-
Spiraling...
(Spinning)
Out of control-

Vertical, vertical,
(Down, down, down)
And away we go.

What is the blur
The spinning-
Are they
(Is it?)
Tears?

Do I (we) weep now-
As I (we) stumble
(Fall down, down, down)
Across these planes-

Silent through the screams,
Invisible through the eyes
That now turn
To the flambeaux.
Heavy are the hands
That now turn
To the banisters.

And how long ago it seems
(Or is it long at all?)
That those hands once had
Firm grasp on
Life.

On the banisters of life.

And how long ago it seems
(Before they would fall)
That those eyes once had
The gift of
Sight.

Now aglow with the flambeaux of death.

And how long ago it seems
(From the ringing of the wall)
That those screams once knew
The breach of
Sound.

Voiceless in the river Styx.

We cannot all land safely.
We cannot all be Alice.