(Yes, I know, the syllables aren't right and I don't have enough lines and I hate the last stanza...)
Observe Alice and her rabbit,
sleeping lightly, under sprinting clouds
Don’t disturb her pleasure
Eyes open she runs a labyrinth
of brightly painted wooden doors
dragging a translucent collar
for all the kings horses to see
But watch how she is sleeping
Like one suspended between
Two worlds, timers and baseball
and soup pots, nudging aside
foresty dreams.
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