If Alice were to look once more
Through her looking glass
Would she see you and me?
Would we be upside down
Or right side up
Or sideways
Lying on a bed of stars
Under a blanket of grass
Looking up at the Earth
Would we begin at the end
Or finish in the past
With the middle replayed
Does the candle’s drip
Fall upward
The wax no longer pooling
The flush on the cheek
Faded to a pink smile
Of anticipation
Would you be me
And I, you
Or are we mirror images
Which makes for
Interesting conversation
With regard to intents and purposes
Because as we know
For all intents and purposes
We speak the same language
But your words would come
Out of my mouth
And mine from yours
Each saying essentially
The same thing only different
Thus confusing poor Alice
Who might pout and knit her brow
Trying to make sense of
The complete absurdity
Which we both know
Is a consequence
Of living in a looking glass world
For if we insist on making sense
Then we wouldn’t have ended up here
To begin with
So what would be the point
Of us falling down the rabbit hole
In search of Alice in the first place?
LiNdA
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