What if Alice didn’t fall down the rabbit hole? What if she ran to the edge and jumped in, ready to leave her Victorian life behind?
What if The Fool does not fall off the cliff, but jumps freely ready to land wherever it may take him?
The rabbit hole calls
Hidden knowledge waits within
Shall I put plugs in my ear and resist the call
or do I move forward fearlessly
Is coming back again for sure?
or is it only one way?
Home, love, anchors, foundation
strong ties hold me tight
yet still I hear the call
forward back
equal pulls in opposite directions
ecstatic agony
Do I heed the call
or do I creep ever closer
until I accidentally
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