Deep in past or deep in hollow?
Thus vast of a gap in my comprehension
How can it be I amassed my whole to follow,
Wakeful, a rabbit of sleep dimension?
This land laid hold of me, no relief,
To an extent of make-believeBy those who quaff from empty chalice
I was told my name scarcely is Alice
Though wonderlings shined for my notice
Aghast this Alice! may I be so Alice
From out Queen of hearts' red palace
Shall fly a headless maliceWallow in a dream or wonder
that comes from out a mad hatter?
Into this land of thought chaos
Through the looking glass I seem to cross
To meet time in its finest clock
Ere it takes the everlasting rest walk.