To Alice And What She Found

This is what it is.
And that will come after.
An afterthought added
in tears,
or in laughter.

This baffling and meddling
may seem so erroneous
right now, at the moment
when that is anonymous.

I dare not say any more, this is that.
Through looking-glass rabbit holes,
falling down flat
on the head.

Every madcap that laughs
knows, words of a letter
are best epitaphs.

You shouldn't have spoiled
the good story by telling.
In Alice's mind
there's a letter that's yelling,

and rattling, and shaking,
all A's in a row
transcend one another
in this summerglow.

The boat's still afloat,
but there's nobody there,
to listen, to ask, and to give you a share
of that pure wisdom
that any one book,
by printing it small,
gets the sillywise look.

Non-sensical characters fight for the ratlle
that's broken, not theirs, and lost in the battle.

And sense is like garlic - some use it, some don't.
Where there's a way - there's a will, and a won't.

And sense comes like essence,
when read in reverse.

Through rabbit hole looking
glass end of the verse.


7 августа 2017 г.