Alice Falls Again

Alice has gone down the rabbit hole again,

Into the space between the chimes marked by the hands of a clock;

The maze that eternally changes:

The falling,

And Oh God! there’s even more falling,

And there’s so much s p a c e in all of that falling.

A symphony of chaos,

This fantasia of existence,

With cannons of colour that burst into life and spend themselves,

Until there’s nothing but darkness,

And a gradual surrender to always falling;

A wayward acceptance of the eternal unknown.

I wonder if Alice will ever come home again.