Down the Rabbit Hole
Everything has been said.
Everything has always been said before.
I open a page in a notebook and try to say it again,
Only differently.
A new way of saying the same thing –
Feeling the same feeling
That at this very moment only I can feel
Despite the billions of other people that inhabit this planet
at exactly the same time as me.
What are the chances of that?
I put on my hat-
My coat,
And my shoes.
And I take the dog out.
I hope he shits so I can relax
Get into the thing that can take me to the place.
I know I will get there
But the sacrifice tears the soul like a rabid dog
Consuming my sanity one word at a time
Until madness is all that is left on the page,
Burning and searing my eyes into teary submission.
A small price to pay, I suspect
For a return visit.
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