White Rabbit’s pocket watch murmurs tick tock.
Entering the playful realm of beauty, truth and premonition.
Frolicking in friendly fields, trailing White Rabbit.
No, twas not heel to warm, rich soil –
Ground bare, crisp, quenched.
Tumbling down, mystical rabbit hole.
No, twas not magical mess of a stumble –
Nosedive, plummet, dusty disorder.
Wandering the whispers of wooden doorways.
No, twas not liberating, optional –
Tapped, locked, narrow.
Beyond doorway: lay luscious garden greens, buzzing beauty.
No, twas bare, lifeless, soundless –
Dead, shivering, untouched antique.
Longing to undo doorway, tempating gadgets gaze down.
No, twas not sweet alteration –
“DrinkMe”, “Eat Me”: instantly irreversible, nausea, sour swallows.
Hasty, honest alarm clock chimes: tick tock.
Instantly escaping the playful realm of beauty, truth and premonition.
Back to the wild wonderland of beauty, lies, and repetition.