A Figment a Minute

I met the Mad Hatter today Perfectly marvelous In the walking dream He spoke of the currents and shadows... Pure and loveless The burgendy glow of the candles Whispered a shriek, A millifluous requiem Of the long journey inward The hatter poured darkness into my rosy teacup There is a kind of a hush A crazy daisy Behind fragmented veils Half-brained and stiff with empty echoes She's Lucifer Eating ashes Living amongst the voodoo lilies In the caves of brimstone My body is a Confederate Jasmine A veteran of Thorns and Rain Chaos is artistry and I am stellar performer Like everything else.