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.
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