Down the Rabbit Hole

Rush of water down the sewer.
Alice never seemed so dear.
Fearlessly, she faced the world
of her insanity. Unadorned, her
innocence would conquer even this.
It comes, it goes - which version
is the truth...? Deeper now, and
further still - the glory of the
morning dew. Rays of strange
and shattered light become
a rainbow bridge that blends
into the sweet of all infinity...

? Michaelette ?

3/30/2002
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