Holed Up Slipping into the great oblivion called subconscious I smile- at nothing really, Perhaps just marvelling at the

absurdities of what's called reality. But then what really is real? Is reality just the opposite of fantansy? Or is reality just our deception? The real world Existing in our minds? Perhaps, perhaps not. Still I shudder, Shudder at the thought that we- I-could Be living a twisted existence, An existence full of my own meanings and impressions, All opening up a great deep chasm-I fall in. Fall deep, hard and long, feeling no sides, Feeling no depth. My voice is mute, choked, like a clamp round my throat. The darkness wraps me like claws, Black-blooded teeth waiting to sink into my jugular At the bottom of what seems to be Gravity's greatest threat. SLAM!!!! I feel a bump on my head, Lights swarming round my eyes; I reach out to the crack in space And then it floods-pain makes me bolt upright. Only then do I realise, I fell asleep at two in the afternoon, And fell off my bed...