A Boy Named Alice (I dream of white rabbits)
On the world's ledge; I stand upon my window sill
Burdened by cherry pitfalls of sticky red goo holding my feet firm
I want to jump in an attempt to land nowhere; anywhere but here
With my mind wrapped tight around the circumference that surrounds my circumstance
I walk off the protruding edge without sanity as my safety net
I fall deep into a steep realm past the plateau of my subconscious
All to catch a glimpse far beyond ART-ificial reality
I'm deranged enough to delight in oddities that percolate from pure
nothingness
Dreams, nightmares, unrestrained sterilization of the senses
Climb down my rabbit hole and I'll paint you a masterpiece or sculpt
you a tune
It's all the same while uniquely different
Dementia's opaque dimensions are not lost without gain
Sometimes painful in the act of creation
Feel the fuel that plagues both failure and self gratification
existence
Lick up any offerings that artistic pleasure spills forth to freely
feast upon
Fabricate your brain to step into the outside of mixed stimulation
Yours is the wanton womb to give eclectic birth
For all things breed through IMAGINATION
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