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You are digging for a sense of…

I dreamt I saw myself in a rabbit hole

Digging for a sense of self

I saw myself in shards of glass

Manifold

I saw myself in you

There is truth somewhere

Somewhere

I think I heard creaks

I heard voices from behind

I saw a glow through the skylight

I heard an echo of what was and what is to come

I heard a record of myself

Wailing, screaming, laughing

On the edge of town

A hedge of thorns

We sit on the outside looking out

Feeling the soft sting of thousand pricking needles in our back

And civilize our backs to the roses

Our backs to their thorns

Are we heading out

Into the woods

Into the wilderness