We were all there: Alice of Wonder, you, me, even a Cat…
…us, behind a glass Wall, suddenly we were the audience, one body reaching to the Thing :
we peered through darkness from parched fires in our eye, smoking ash of our soul. The Thing breathed Life..
nothing dared It’s route. What are you ??? We screamed in the mute throat of our Silence. The Vision heard.
Love, It said, I am. It raked our ash with Nails as if from a Cross bleeding love.
I wake, with new words: “Now we peer through a Glass darkly, as in a dream….“
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