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:
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.