Lustful Rabbit, you sought me—subtly.
Subtly, you caught me—suddenly head
Over heels for the negatively posing Yang:
My subtle balance inhibitor.
Deception is an art—
Applauded!—like everything else.
Applauded! Applauded!
Naive, no doubt … the intimately trusting Yin.
Deeply, burrowed beyond
The fibers of my skin—
You! Morgellons! Evolutionary! Inevitably
Sensed—deeply, deeply burrowed within.
Implosion—lovingly induced by “mine truly”:
Indubitable radiance, my soul—
Catalyst, misconstrued: Your red hands
Cast me down the Rabbit Hole!
Hopefully, I begged, “Please! Remember me!”
As I fell, felt, fell, felt, fell.
A subtle sanguine sparkling eye
Ridiculed, “Ha! See you in hell.”
Hell where nothing—nothing—is inconceivable,
I realized as I felt, fell, felt, fell, felt:
Endured Imaginative Entrapment—eternally, now
Knowingly under your Phoenix-rebirthing spell.
They say, “There is beauty in
The downfall.” A distorted view:
“You broke my spirit—no
Beauty inside of you!”
Tauntingly, Darkness lied,
“Ember, neither one of us is bright.”
I replied, “Cannot sense our faces—
Nor being wholly, holy … .”
Contrary, in the most peculiar places,
Once devoted wholeheartedly to Light:
Beauty is apparent everywhere—
Especially in the night.
To Rabbits, often white,
Appearing innocently victimized:
Accountability is virtuous—
Like other ineludible lost arts.
The Crown may not have seen
All that you tried to hide; however,
In Wonderland I too am
Queen: Power lies in light.
Beware, beware—Lustful Rabbit Charmer—
For now I am Truth:
Inexhaustible Ember—I am
Gratefully Alice because of you.