fall down into a hole,
only to be spit out standing on two feet.
feet that aren't your's,
merely your soul's.
floating, float away from your body.
your soul is no longer your soul,
your body is no longer your body.
as the above becomes ground,
your world turns.
as below becomes your head,
your world turns.
the world turns,
the world had flipped.
the signs are upside down.
at least you have feet.
but they aren't your own,
they're bloody.
pale, rotten, rotting feet you hold.
you've killed someone.
your one and only soul,
how could you?
fall down into a hole,
only to be spit out sitting on a bench.
in this park, in this city,
you don't know where you are.
the tunnels that run underground,
now take over the sky.
the people they travel,
as you pick up pieces of your mirror,
try not to unravel.
you get spit out by the sky,
only to be swallowed up your mind.
swallowed up into the ground,
your head comes out,
into a green sky.
you don't have your feet,
anyone's feet.
nothing for to stand your ground.
anyone who wishes to enter must crawl,
so crawl you will.
as to not be left alone,
you've been alone too many times before.
you see the tunnel,
the tunnel to people.
but you simply fall down into a hole,
only to be spit out standing on two hands.

June 11th, 2019