I'm falling down the rabbit hole,
bookshelves and cupboards running.
I'm in a Beatles song with
Orange marmalade skies, stunning.
tumbling wonders dropping latitude,
sticks and dry leaves tunneling
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Paint the white roses red,
never waking from this dread.
Flying origami cranes
made of out-dated MAPS.
before I know it, the fall down the Rabbit hole is over,
And I call out to go back.