Back based at the stables,
A chase, a game of people;
Twists and turns, locked windows;
Escaping the madman.
A strange clown and overbearing lady;
The musketeers and Cinderella, they walk down that parade,
There is no sun, just artificial light,
an in-house studio forever present, forever on show.
Come, come it is only the beginning,
The reels are turning fastser than their legs;
Then chasing the rabbit begins,
Go, go Alice – she begins spinning;
Tunneling down and rocking side to side.
Everything starts to inverse backwards,
All the characters disappear one by one;
The unlocking of doors, the other opening of ears, singing and beasts,
Pounding against her ear- softly, softly till it stops.
She struggles to open her eyes,
Unsure was it a dream or a nightmare;
But her heart clearly thuds,
it was one epic journey.
1 Feb 2018 @HTFuturist