Alice through the kaleidoscope. (2)

Posted by Lex_Magister on Sat 8 Oct 11, 2:33 PM to Lex_Magister's blog.

I reach in through the peepholes, like Alice I find a world of contrasting souls.

Void of all formal expectation, minus the weight of explanation.

Where hats ingeniously exchange for magic potions to minimise or increase a muted range .

Where I place my looking glass and study the symmetrical reflections that pass.

where laughter and pain coexist, gone the will to resist.

Live to the cries of 'off with your head' or enjoy the tea party, the brew is not dead.

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Lex_Magister wrote:
Alice through the kaleidoscope.

I reach in through the peepholes, like Alice I find a world of contrasting souls.

Void of all formal expectation, minus the weight of explanation.

Where hats ingeniously exchange for magic potions to minimise or increase a muted range .

Where I place my looking glass and study the symmetrical reflections that pass.

where laughter and pain coexist, gone the will to resist.

Live to the cries of 'off with your head' or enjoy the tea party, the brew is not dead.

Curiouser and curiouser! said Alice,

Stay the bottles, hold the twist

Tighten shackles on its wrist,

Growing smaller, growing bigger,

Hunting that elusive trigger,

Nothing's wrong that's often right,

And frightens all the stars to flight.

Edited 11 Oct 11, 1:46 PM by freequench