Alice,
your wonderland is sadly roaring
when I remember you.
I remember your swaying
and your wounds coiled by
blue fungus.
I remember your stoníness
I remember your face
dribbling with dews of despair.
What happened to you:
have those star-gods
made you a dark shadow
on the evening wall
where hangs
a blood-spilling ox-head.
Alice, I see
the naked darkness of your wonderland.
As I remember you
I become numb as if
a freezed shot of a film.
As I remember you
I become a one-eyed face.
my world becomes frightful as if
the shuddering eyes of a cow
and though your shadow as a whirl
shakes me
I become still
surrounded by
a blur of helplessness.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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