I Dreamt I Was the White King
I dreamt I was the White King in the Looking Glass,
A White King who is sleeping, and dreaming as he slumbers,
Dreaming of Alice as through Wonderland she passes.
Dreaming of an Alice who is in an Alice dream,
A sleeping Alice dreaming of the White King, who is me,
As I dream of Alice, the White King and the Queen.
An Alice who is but a dream in Carroll’s insanity.
Dreamworlds within dreamworlds within dreamworlds without number;
Like infinite regressions,
Like the reflections
In two facing mirrors.
And as I dream I wonder:
Am I a dream in Carroll’s mind
Or is he a dream in mine?
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2016
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