Servitude


There, there,
a good little Alice
drinking metaphoric tea with the cards

until the Looking Glass rippled
and Mentality followed
suit

You love me

Fairy dust trust bridging
feathery dependence
and steel-toed power.

Razor re-thought
of a living, breathing you
that sliced through
carefully stitched presuppositions

Hold on to me

Look and touch and taste and listen and
Breathe
so very, very close.

Tearing from the mind's chrysalis
On an influx of realization

As the mirror Alice sipped her tea
Playing the cards she was given
Opposite the Looking Glass

Poor little thing
In her cookie-cutter world
when the White Queen
can be your little princess,
just the same

Metamorphosis
for you
are
for me




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