Descensus in Cuniculi Cavum. By CpSingleton © 2015
My memory is mine enemy to
All the friends I’ve lost.
Their voices and their faces
Take from me a heavy cost.
Not only in my day to day, but
Especially when I sleep.
Reflections bounce off crystal
Caves and in dark holes that I peep.
Descensus in cuniculi cavum,
With Alice closest by my side,
Shows me more rooms where they
Wait in cooking pots and hide.
I’ll walk through and inexplicably
They will chat like no tomorrow:
These avatars of bygone friends that
My treacherous mind will borrow.
What motive could the dark Id have,
That it leaves me feeling lonely?
Is it telling that I can count on me.
Yet just it, the Id, and egos only?
I wake to empty walls and swollen brain.
Tired, but unsure I want to shut my eyes again.
Is it better to…
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