early morning dream
bantering buttercup flies high up, i can hardly spot her as if invisble rubbery legs dangling from a high chair i pat the cheshire cat who's visiting from the past; there i fall upwards: everything's plausible in this place wriggling my dizzy bum i fail to sit upright and give up, nearby i hear the bees' wings buzzing my eyes wide open as if to tell me something very important is about to happen, in comes the king he takes my hand leading the way to palpable palaces tasty as honey and milky trails to walk upon all hazes, watery falls steam the vision, i guess it's time to wake up after all. |
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