Perhaps we are all rabbits.

Jack takes refuge in rationality.
Jill takes refuge in her heart.
Neither can see the mountain.

Jack and Jill went up the mountain
to fetch their daily rations.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after him.
and the whole mountain may crumble in their wake.

A rattle shakes deeply in the communal soul
reading of the dead each morning
the rattle thunders as I wonder what sanity is

Michael, front page, above the fold
A rattle snake thunders now
Another diversion for our communal sanity

Are we rabbits absentmindedly eating hay?
Infinitely distracted by sex and reproduction
The rattle snaking deeply into our pelvic mind

Will our souls and morals save us from the thunder
I have no answers to the puzzles that promise enlightenment
only spontaneous combustion as the snake rattles our souls

we spin in empty rooms
spotting a point on the wall
drishte, focus, spin,
around and around the center again