Riverrun

Think of all the magic it could bring If you could enunciate that earth-shattering meme That toy of a mess, that joke of suffering Think of all the portraits that would immediately be torn out the window With Alice, we know not where to... The White Rabbit spoke to you between the key notes But the sounds of machines, sirens and mobile chirps Captured your image better than ever before. Now the novel is writ in adamantine Driving Murder She Wrote On wheels of quite a rather unusual spoke Notes denote the libraries of what I could have written By ink, by digital portation Nevertheless, the static you are now picking up on your surveillance boats Is directed as words that are all already in the boats themselves Need proof? - well, That's what YOU are here for To say what has not yet been said, by you And to walk into the sunlight Knowing the River's Run between a desire and a mating call Between a moment, And Two