18 september

astonishing how kaleidoscopic perspective
looking through the glass I see it half
mad I am hatter and also Alice
falling smaller taller and also late
I see the end and also off with my head
I lift the dawn and I tread of lightly
the voyage the chronicle as the page turns
the author I jump too far ahead
for better or for verse
let me write my way out
easier than right my wrongs, turn the other page
somehow those lines I shiver out
knowing better, seen on a blotter - discarded
mixing fiction - dereliction of prose