Alice, will politely serve you a plate full of justice for an unproposed making sense of senseless things.

Once upon a place a dove whom thought himself a rabbit.

"Sir Admiral R. Byrd if you will."

Then I heard, a caterpillar say.

"It's Rabbit for short, have a good
day."

A Wizard and his Mad hatz, a tea party then, purrhaps...
A smile from a disappearing puss would be to inciting for curiosity to resist a look.

Eat me, drink me, now off with their heads!

Just a reflection of different perspectives, sadly only the
most relevant realities being detected.

Causing tangles in all potentialized manifesting absolutes.
Manipulating folds of time while replicating patterns forgetting all its virtues.

Now I've spilled words, made a mess of the place.
Holding on to what I believe is starving grace.
What is to remain abstract on the canvas of life is not impressed by words, that seem hard to find.
Life remembered plays within frames.
Moments of happenstance.
It's all make believe,
yet it's happening.
Purrhaps.
Purrhaps.
Purrhaps.

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