Wednesday 10 April 2013

Day ten and another Alice in Wonderland poem...  Am thinking of doing a sequence of them so there's no 'ending' to the poem, or maybe that's part of the point!

Alice Again

There are times when it's easier
to pretend you don't exist,
that you're just a vehicle
for shifting perceptions of others.
Falling down the rabbit hole, she
reached magic constant velocity,
total release from self-imposed self.

Wonderland's a mesh of mirror-maze
detachment and full-force feeling
and she rides the pendulum like
a long-distance run; time contracted,
relative to a microcosm of perceptions.
There are times when she's sure
it's all just a dream; except that
she doesn't dream, usually, or not
that she remembers.  Memories meld
pseudo-memories, neuroplastic neurons
forged by transient imagination.

Logic-lost, she's drifting in a world
where time has no meaning and
light-wave perspectives curve space.
You can run but you won't get anywhere,
distance dissolved infinitesimally in
an illusion of motion.  Like herself.

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