For the vessel
to carry wine
into the chalice
Alice climbed…
Fiddle Dee
said to riddle dumb
while thinking things
twiddling thumbs
Four the squares
and a sacred One
there’s water tHere
on the rabbit’s bum
“Speak nicely…”
Second square begins…
bread to butter her
with proper jams
my finger bleeds
yet another band
Square
near the Lion’s tower
a walk and a king talk
for the better of an Our
“remember” He said
to make the believe
of impossible things
in which wHere
is conceived
the plausible
and surrender …
to be pleased.
“all.ways are mine”
mine.ways are means
means.ways are kind
and if we all.sWay…
this way
then we’re All
d;Vine.
Fruit.cups.the wind;
"...you don't need the means..."
it's in the ways...
2 comments:
More of your delightful word contortions. Love it-the wit and the playfulness. Pure verbal fun.
I don't know how I missed this one... thank you so much! Considering how amazing you are, I'm honored you read here at all my friend, many hugs. ;) x
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