Alice, magic of daydreams
through the looking glass1.
Alice, neither imagine nor think,
with the moon for a brain.
Alice, in her thoughts,
pulling the thread of her entanglement.
Alice, in the maze,
with no minotaur, calls me: "Theseus!"
Alice is always so brief
that she has already finished.
Alice says that she loves you
when she has already ditched you.
Alice sent off
to wonderland.
For Alice, today,
it's still always.
Alice, travelling between moons,
chatting with small animals.
Alicia, knitting the clouds
from never-ending material.
Alice is always so brief
that she has already finished.
Alice says that she loves you
when she has already ditched you.
Alice sent off to wonderland.
1. lit: in the back of the mirror