Beyond The Looking Glass
I want to see how deep
the rabbit hole goes,
to venture beyond the looking glass,
into a world of touch, taste and feel
My imagination knows no bounds,
my heart no fear,
my will flows with the power of rapids in spring thaw,
my eyes hunger to see what is real
The pen that awaits
the hand of the dreamer,
the wind that embraces
the bird in flight
Feed me
Feed upon me
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