How deep the rabbit hole goes


{ Everything you see, he explained,
        is a thing. No ideas.
 The drugs had gone deep.
 A tilting sensation.
        A goose on a lilo.

 He taught me to reach with my hand
 to the scar as it healed, never
 healed, at the base of my skull. The itch.
 Worms in a can.
        A burning of cables. }


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