Words of the Soul

4.

(11-19-20)

I am Alice

Before Wonderland

Before the tea-parties

And the roses

I am still

in the rabbit-hole

Falling endlessly

It does not stop

Slowing occasionally

But never stopping

Objects pass

Some faster than others

People pass

They do not stop

[They look at me,

Ever curious

How funny I must seem to them

Spinning down, down, down]

Years pass

A blur in my memory

I am still falling

I am still Alice.