I wish to be like Alice,
falling into dreams
of horrid things and rabbits
full of songs.
I wish to dance with the walking
birds, to be swallowed by the herds
of the pernicious swarms.
In truth it would seem, that Alice
was the dream. And yet I still wish
to be such a scheme.
I wish to be like Alice, as silly as it may
be, to float within a sea of made up things.