in forests of calculated nonsense,
did Alice dream (eventually):
things are exceptionally cruel here
and so, wake herself up by the
summer's riverbank?
or is it kind in the dream, the book,
but unkind in the waking.
the puzzle trees breaking
like porcelain unfortunate at Tea Time
across the glaced brooks
and, back on earth, in your own
room again-
just as you find in books,
the same dread things awaken, too?
this time, meaning it.
(you know you do, said Alice curtseying)
the gleam on the White Night's
equivocal armour the very same gleam
bouncing off of the Rose Red Queen's
slightly askew, unjustified,
rubied tiara.
mary angela douglas 11 january 2016
did Alice dream (eventually):
things are exceptionally cruel here
and so, wake herself up by the
summer's riverbank?
or is it kind in the dream, the book,
but unkind in the waking.
the puzzle trees breaking
like porcelain unfortunate at Tea Time
across the glaced brooks
and, back on earth, in your own
room again-
just as you find in books,
the same dread things awaken, too?
this time, meaning it.
(you know you do, said Alice curtseying)
the gleam on the White Night's
equivocal armour the very same gleam
bouncing off of the Rose Red Queen's
slightly askew, unjustified,
rubied tiara.
mary angela douglas 11 january 2016
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