In the rabbit hole

I am in the rabbit hole.
I’m falling, I’m not afraid – I see the piano, the harmonica, the paint and canvas, the lights, the rabbit
My fall is slow and I control the direction – I even wonder if I’m falling or not
I pick up the paint, and onto the canvas I depict my recent…well…stuff
It is beautiful, and scary, and it grows larger as I fall…I still see light as I look up to see how large it has become
I look down, and see light
I wonder how anyone can see light while they are falling – isn’t that reserved for those who are risen?
I’m not in the World, though.
I am in the rabbit hole.