[three hundred, twenty-six]
what about falling, right?
What about falling right through a hole,
a whole flight down Alice fell too, right
through the looking glass, the rabbit's pathway,
but still falling nonetheless,
like a train would on a hill, like a train on a hill,
or mountain,
it would fall if pushed or tumble and shatter,
just like the glass would, if pushed, right?
Pushed right over, because no one likes falling,
especially without ends,
or wonder,
nobody falls without curiosity,
or desire but who desires anymore?
Everyone just falls, in an instant,
no time for longing or mysterious courting or
a jest, right?
Right, like Alice, the illusion is flawless,
and Alice believed, blinded by wonder,
and falling,
too blinded to see that above there was a right
and wrong way to fall,
and this was neither.
focus: falling
Jess :]
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