Another Evening

[Ross McCague]

Another evening vaults the sky,
Excitement on the surface races.
What more is there to know?
Users of discourse that disciplines indulge
have little patience for our teary roles.
Is there someone who followed you down the rabbit hole
out into a Wonderland of your own?
Find him if you can, hear him
with one character more rabid than the next:
The Queen, the Hatter, the Caterpillar.
He’ll follow you Alice as far as the heart can go.
What will it cost us?
Whatever we had in mind long, long ago
on the other side of the mirror.

[Shell]

It's suggested by many - and it does resonate as a kind of truth with me - that we incarnate and enact that which we scripted out prior to becoming flesh. In which case i'd like to say i made a LOT of typos in my first draft! *humph ... but anyway, living "down here" does feel like being down the rabbit hole with a load of comrade-maniacs lol

i absolutely adore that first line ... panoramic and blazing colour (in my mind's eye) ...

I might be wrong but i sense a wry sense of humour at the discoursers and their disciplines ... it all palls when we love, cry and whatever ... but maybe i'm zooming off at a tangent there ...

This, as you can see, has fascinated me ...

S

[Ross McCague]

It's kind of fun and horrifying at the same time. It's like being a wise child. Yes, the tangents you see are exactly those intended.
I do hope there is a little humour in my gloomy stance. Thanks Shelll.