the tea cup; or, lost in a space with no concept of time while undergoing an existential crisis

(thoughts upon watching “alice: the darker side of the mirror”)

alice falls into
the rabbit’s hole
(obviously way too big
to fit into that
tiny
little
hole)

a hole is a space,
alice occupies space
and is thus able to
go into the whole?
for a tiny fragment
of eternity,
her body occupies a smaller
space
than it is generally
accustomed to

the doctor
administers
the hit
to
the painter
who draws
with both arms
stuck in a
white lab coat
jacket

the man
in the tree
sends alice
to the opium den
and then disappears
as though
he never occupied
any space
at all

time becomes confused
and alice gets confused -
identity lost,
the patient has escaped,
the patient is lost

(and so is the tea cup)

the past seems
to haunt the present
and time seems to move
so much faster now,
and then,
at the end of time,
go back
to the moment
of the lost tea cup

6/26/18




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-30 at 05:34

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