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Alice Down the Rabbit Hole

That old thing
It knows you and you know it
It has become the glove that fits
Even if the hand fights back with
Cruel desperate gnarled attack
Of the old oak in dying frozen season
Wise hollow haggard old bitch- you're a hack
My dear, once again you have lost your track

Of mind
Teetering on blind brink a pendulum
Until the plunge--- Alice down the rabbit hole
Tumbling twirling snatching
Her orgiastic abandonment of falling
But you can't get back
To the tiny flickering light-hope
Fading inexpressably far from swollen laziness
It is Juliet's tomb of Romeo's corpse
Soft sensual decay welcoming nihlistic tragedy
Hamlet's lost his mirth for all the world's a stage
Deep sadness, deeper than the rolling
Indigo fear of deepest ocean. Unquenchable
Savage savage savage despair

That old thing
You know it and it knows you
Like the bits of self not quite new
Stitched in vague contempt of all your
Vain pathetic failed attempts
To make a skin from dying frozen reason
Still hollow haggard old bitch- you're exempt
From soul, dear- Lecter's patchwork masterpiece...


Music- Not quite silence

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