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 ?
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