Alice took to rhyming
and answering children's riddles
in her spare time.
Are you a clock?
She asks the paper.
she's straddling the crevice
between Earth and Limbo,
unable to decide
which has better landscaping.
Having followed the white rabbit
and finding nothing
has left Alice
twiddling her thumbs,
she knows she no longer has.
How can drab, lonely reality
compare to bright illusion?
Reality is grounded on the Earth,
The illusion, no matter how
deadly and glittering,
always towers high above,
teetering on a tall, thin column
of madness without substance.
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