I dreamt I saw myself in a rabbit hole
Digging for a sense of self
I saw myself in shards of glass
Manifold
I saw myself in you
There is truth somewhere
Somewhere

I think I heard creaks
I heard voices from behind
I saw a glow through the skylight
I heard an echo of what was and what is to come
I heard a record of myself
Wailing, screaming, laughing

On the edge of town
A hedge of thorns
We sit on the outside looking out

Feeling the soft sting of thousand pricking needles in our back
Andcivilize our backs to the roses
Our backs to their thorns

Are we heading out
Into the woods
Into the wilderness