‘Tis a strange and startling thing to think
As mind chase Rabbit, swig Alice’s drink
Leaps toward phantasms, myths at the brink
Of a seismic sea in which souls sink:
That, what was known to be solid truth
Is now estranged, gone and aloof
As under Hatter’s crooked roof
Delusions are spun and rattled through
In the stir of visions in the wonderland wilds
Mind regress to inner child
By illusions, treachery deceives, beguiled
So fear rules rank in this cursed isle
But in the stir of the anarchy in Alice’s heart
Against dread fear visions impart
With spirit that inspire the angels of hell
To rise up against the devil and rebel
Wonderland sings to heaven of loves luscious truth
Consists in it a common beauty yet rare forsooth
Their destiny to be immortalised sublime
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time

The soft circle lifts its head to the rising sun as the moon waves goodbye
The hot ball of glorious nourishment releases its magical powers bathing those below in its glory

Things that should be long forgotten.

They roam through the hallways of my mind,
Scratching on doors and knocking on walls,
Trying for attention of any kind,
I rub my temples and put down my head,
I try to focus on lighter thoughts,
But here I am drowning again,
In the confines of my panic box.

(Deep breaths, they say)
Where they chain themselves to stay,
(Count back from ten)
The ghosts of memories sink their claws in.

Things that should be long forgotten,
Yet the world triggers them again and again.