Wonderland
You stare into your upside-down top hat,
gaze at thoughts kept there
as you peer within that weird cavity
like Alice gazing into a rabbit hole.
Do you see a fantasy world in that magic hole?
That weird stuff appears so real to you
in that top hat where thoughts and dreams accrue
as if in a gap in the ground, a magic pit, dear Alice?
Or is that dream a giddy glimpse of your strange self?
Are you an Alice looking down a hole, though gazing at a ghoul
that goggles back like something
that peers purposefully from a distorted mirror?
(27 Jul 2023)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2023
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