so close, no matter how far...

i fear you will fall

gracelessly

 down

so inconceivably far 

  down

      down

           down

Alice's Rabbit Hole.

only to vanish! in this terra incognita 

from us; selfishly

leaving for us this most unwelcome 

most bitter grief above. although

quite peculiar i feel to be 

standing here oh! so very near 

to this, which deems it seems, 

your abysmal fate. undistorted

i can see, unlike you, 

just how imminent, how you are 

so close, no matter how far

the distance may seem to you

with your rose-colored glasses. and now

i wonder how (if 

at all possible) will you  

ascend when 

you find its end?  if indeed

there is an end.

engrossed by your lucid belief

you keep at heart, so close, (no

matter how far abstruse

your logic truly is.) promises of

your quick return.  yet 

i yield.

i yield to you, to us, to this

as i refuse once more and again to allow

your inebriated (bacchic) state as an unjust estate

to devolve to another any further than 

you.

i see you, almost idyllic, as you sink

      deeper

               and  

                      deeper

into the murky amber water

of your cacoethes as

you honor

your whiskey. but 

curious, as am i, as for 

the aftermath from when 

you either fall down this

transcendental

 Rabbit Hole

        or 

drown crestfallen 

into your gilded spirits, simply

will your squandered soul 

float

up?