Gratefully Alice
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.
