Alice 3

Alchemy from a divine recipe has altered mine eyes,

to reveal how small the yesterdays look,

as they fade to dullness, a voice booms hope

from outside the tower, in my mind, a lost girl creator of worlds

infinite with eyes gigantic, blinding in their radiance,

the landscape changes, vision bends and surrenders

to a new purpose. everything before, all the memories

accomplishments, crack and dissolve, it burns and burns,

on the knees looking through the window, with awe,

i find myself wishing to be a caterpillar,

Or a doormouse serving the tea, to grow wings or fill the cup and offer

all that is me, in humble pie,

to be in her shadow is to be a part, with head attached, walking through the madness

of Perfection

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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