I fall down and down the abyss
Until my lungs can not produce a scream,
And my eyes can’t shed a tear,
Oh Alice, What’s a Nice Kid Like You Doing
in a Place Like This?
Where the rabbits are not who they seem,
They trick you,
And the mad hatter becomes relatable,
Empathetic,
Nurturing.
A reflection
In a world of holographic illusion,
If I pinch my skin, why am I still here?
If I hold down a candle, how am I still
dreaming?
A surreal world
Or a dream of blur?
11 April, 2023
Monaco
