The Rabbit and the Hatter

not being able to tell if dusk's veil is ascending or are my eyes slowly closing intending to take me beyond returning from dreams of happy madness making me not able to retrieve the sanity that wasn't even granted to me in those supposed childhood blisses of glee intriguing me to wonder what they were to be as my sister invited me to the table with her dolls and dishes and delicious invisible tea asking one lump or two or perhaps three or more for you may have as much or as little as you want but the doctor decides the voltage because no tongue sandwiches on the pink plastic plates will sate the burning nuerons or snap the synapses that told me i was at a mad tea party but never invited