Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Confusion

Do I know where I am
as dimensions eclipse
quicker and quicker
and I can’t hold on?

I think a centrifugal force
must have pulled me
through a flattened grid
into this slivered life

to rush like Alice
without a thought,
to fall down the hole
after a madcap rabbit

and splay onto this world.
Now, from within
a garbled voice asks,
“Just why are you here?”


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April 28-- difficulty