The Wizard of Wonderland

Alice and Dorothy
go on a journey
where nothing is good
though that it should.

One emerald,
one red,
they fall out of bed.

They want to go home.
They want to wake up.
They drink from the cup
that fucks they shit up.

They deal with dimensions
of shape and of size
not too easily defied.

Stumbling,
confused with desperation,
what they need is meditation.

At last they say
to those who hear:
surrender all to your home inside
that palace of wondrous fanta-sci-fy.

There is nothing else.
No here nor there
that once imagined
disappears.

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