when I find him I shall ask
What was the point of all that brick
and can I take these glasses
OFF
with her head.
He cries and off he goes.
hand in hand hand in glove.
He and the Queen have found
something like love.
and lost something like
like reality.
But how their garden grows
and it goes in rows and rows
of rowdy roses and cockleshells
while the silver bells ring out nones
and no one is faster than the Knave
to steal the strawberry ones
what a tart
surprise to meet
instead of sweets
something so stark
ly swept clean
and still poor ella sweeps
the long marble stair
along with the nightingale
while Echo throws her back
copying out her notes
and slowly reality grows
into a pumpkin orange
and we all go to the ball
behind our glittering masks
and watch the Wizard and Queen
say nothing that they mean.
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