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The Ever Descending Alice
Plunging down
Poor Alice sunk,
Pouring like a spout.
Is she falling down
Or falling up?
She calls for
"help!"
But none's about.
"I need to leave!"
A novel thought.
But Alice,
How she thinks too much.
"Is this place in,
"or is it out?"
It's a familiar space,
But without the stuff.
She’s within herself,
Staring deeply
In reflections,
And face to face,
As a pair of states,
Both musing introspection.
A split of Alice,
she's the genesis
Where strange existence can persist,
Subsisting through these
Empty spaces,
As a spawn of double ‘is’'es,
'À L’homme de Vitruve'
She is supervenient,
But not before her slumber loosens,
To awaken in a mundane place,
Removed by several distances.
Poor Alice sunk,
Pouring like a spout.
Is she falling down
Or falling up?
She calls for
"help!"
But none's about.
"I need to leave!"
A novel thought.
But Alice,
How she thinks too much.
"Is this place in,
"or is it out?"
It's a familiar space,
But without the stuff.
She’s within herself,
Staring deeply
In reflections,
And face to face,
As a pair of states,
Both musing introspection.
A split of Alice,
she's the genesis
Where strange existence can persist,
Subsisting through these
Empty spaces,
As a spawn of double ‘is’'es,
'À L’homme de Vitruve'
She is supervenient,
But not before her slumber loosens,
To awaken in a mundane place,
Removed by several distances.
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