It is difficult to imagine when enough is too much, or even
enough at all, this need to penetrate as deep and hard as possible, those inner
realms denied at other times and places, we being drawn along by our nose or
some other part of our anatomy, willing, yet resistant, as if we believe we
might be consumed in the process, might lose our heads (the way the grasshopper
or praying mantis does) and unable to get back what is lost, forced to go along
to wherever men go at times like these, lost in the woods, sorting through it,
while seeking to find the rabbit hole to leap down into the way the rabbit with
his top hat and watch did, knowing that if we descend we may never find out way
out again or worse, may not want to.
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