We're All Mad Here.

Each jerk of the second hand
on the antique pocket watch
plunges us deeper.

Each journey down the rabbit hole
into the world of paradox
sends us tumbling.

Each turn of the iron key
in a door we'll never fit through
unlocks our visions.

Each sip of burning, cool liquid
from bottles labeled "Drink Me"
transforms our perspective.

Each cup of lukewarm tea
from a table set for eternity
freezes us in time.

Each stroke of brillig
and sound of burbling
is a Jabberwock to be slain.

Each step through the looking glass
in material neither solid nor liquid
is not a reflection but a revelation.

Each Hatter and Hare and Doormouse,
Queen of Hearts and Executioner,
Gryphon and Mock Turtle,
Cheshire Cat and Smoking Caterpillar,
Red and White Queen –
these are the reflections.

We open our eyes
which never closed
and question
whose dream we were in.
But perhaps it's all one and the same.
After all,

We're All Mad Here.