Sometimes

Sometimes I think I have
fallen off the rabbit hole
Instead of in
I am wandering in a strange
terrain that's vaguely familiar

Sometimes I think I may be
living in the mirror
looking out and only seeing
a me, looking into a haven
of another me

Sometimes I feel lost
in a tunnel of echoes
each voice speaking
in tongues
hailing the spirits

Its a silence here
within the quiet
tranquil beyond the peace
yet, my heart beat
is slowing, missing the bellows.