• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 07
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Looking Glass Alice

O, my Looking Glass Alice
Tell me what do you see?
Tweedledee jars of powdered dreams
Ashes of life from cabbaged kings
Sit next to the urns
Of redundant queens

Each a trophy prized
From deadheading walks
When we carved Cheshire smiles
On the flesh torn
Before the burning fire
In our furnaced cell
Ground them down, destroyed their shell

O Alice, don’t run
You always knew
What it is I’ve had to do
And in the mirror you will see
The space where you are meant to be
I have the jar, I have your measure
Yours is the dust that I will treasure
So close your eyes against the light
Let me gift to you the longest night