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Contest : Alice through the Wormhole Sponsor : Tom Woody 29. 7.26 ______________________________ warm sun sweet liquid dark moist hole bristles soft sand wonder exquisite * * * * * * SUN * \/ sweet || D ARK Q QQ ||| b r i St Les s o f t sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth ing ALICE She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie. Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to f o l l o w. “Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.” eyes to eyes magnetised a curious movement SSSSSSS body lost legs, arms, neck SSSSS brain smoking shrinking SSS ears disappearing S ribs increasing she felt an organ growing on the roof of her mouth transmutation into worm or serpent how was she to know ? Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more shedding skin ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied GONE to the BE YOND •••>>> where no pond rip pled black moist silently inward sumptuous costume velvet lime glitter embellished crawling s l o w l y, sleekly spine tingling steel pins rapidly acquiring density s e r p en t i n e sword struck swiftly penetratingly Alice feared losing her squirm worm already her mind was L O S T w i t h o u t thistle f i e l d s or jellybeans or colour-in books lego nowhere = ego shat te red “Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched. Her forked tongue grew longer licked sides of damp musky hole elongated, she was whole dead alive SAFE opened merging slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth YET….slashed slimy s a i l i n g sand muddy SACRED worms and serpents crawling beside behind, ahead ~ all heading in O N E direction____________where to ? “This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked. Where t o x2x2 ? thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart ~ “To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.” What must I do there, her thoughts slid along. “Nothing.” Then why are you taking me there ? “To see what NO THING is.” How can I see nothing ? DNA j m U p s recalibration of strings and strands ... “Because NO T H IN G O D is Everything...” They slid a l o n g > > ~ ~ slightly more haste pace becoming faster warm breezes flushed her trunk. Her intestines becoming an ~~ !!\\\/\/\/\/\!!! ~~~!! EXPLOSIve ORANGE RIVER GOLD dust tinged ~ flame-purified no pebbles no grit no grime “Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g RAY sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.” tingling sensations swept upwards from tail end through heart to centre of her new skull. Alice panted hot ice I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought. “HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.” Her body stiffened neck area arched scales curled f a l l i n g webby rose petals faded through floorless floor NOTHINGNESS and EVERYTHING flashed L U M I N O S I T Y n a k e d A Li ce died ** ¥ ¥¥** an e c s t a t i c D E A T H ___ Alice Wanda Adam ~ 1.1.202O — 1.8.2025 @never.never.land she frolicked with Rip van Winkle who fed her TIME and leechies skipped alongside Goldilocks who offered hot cinnamon porridge and a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~ What is her name ? asked the midwife “A L I C E” replied her Mom “Oooo, Sweets, she’s a WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears. mohair crochet bootied Alice sucked HOT mother’s milk d r i p p i n g

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