Alice
Ifat the end
you're here and now,
laughing, as said,
at gilded butterflies,
where were you at the beginning
- and above that,
What were you doing before
it all began ?
You guess you're a fool.
You hadn't noticed
there was a worm.
You'll tell you this :
when you see a crack on the walls of your mind,
don't try to plaster it with
words and ideas. Take your hands
out of your pockets
demolish them and
rebuild them.
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