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
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