Friday 31 December 2010

Wonderland.

'But I don't want to go among mad people', Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that', said the cat.   'We're all mad here.  I'm mad.  You're mad'.
'How do you know I'm mad?', said Alice.
'You must be,', said the Cat, 'or you wouln't have come here.
      - Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.

*
A mental Home.
An intimidating wall separates the garden of the Home from the world outside.

  Slippery tongues, may make
  Their way, converting past sanity
  From yesterday.

Below those bricks a
Twisted garden spits; the
Writhing world does part its
Lips;

The clouds do yawn, between the dawn,
And that madness, of dusk.

   The sky does blush.
She says.

The drunken dreams of a
Twisted fiend, resides,
  Just there, behind the eyes.

The wall, is old; and crumbling,
And cold. Misery does fling his might
Between evenings; he howls his growls,
He bares his back,
His jaws, his feet, to a folded sky,

But,
The wall makes you safe,
   They say,
It keeps us well, and fit, and young.
Dare not stray to the fateful place
It keeps us all out from.

Though I find, between the murmers
The whispers remain,
Amidst the rain; I am not
Convinced.

Suddenly the Wall, of bricks; of assumptions
And tricks, begins to stir; the creeping
Beast, doth bear his
Flashing teeth. Flashing,
He flings a quick
Tail across the night.

Then, at despair, he glimmers, at night;
Gilmmers; when it glimmers, first light!
Rearing its dripping jaw, he
makes to make the world,
Encircled.

And your world is encircled. Gripped with
Terror, you are.
  'Behold; but aha!', shrieks he,
  'I am the danger, let loose; a
  Demon, forsooth, and you
  Fear my dangerous grin'.

Around humanity the circle
Extends. 'Is this not your will?' He cries.
'Do you not all feel
Safe, so safe,
Between, above, against this place?'

'I; for it was I!
I, who bore your nameless
Assumptions, and your thoughtless
thoughts! The wall between madness,
And reality;
Reality is sealed,
It would seem, within
The walls, and between,


Yet it always remains.
You all know; I've seen,
Seen, the dreamless faces secretly
Seen; they float; and
Madness, is secretly feared.

Clawing, at the sides, and seams,
It whispers
Softly, in your ear.
  How it begs to be heard.
  A simple chance; a seductive word.

No longer are you kept
Safe, from these split minds, of
Mine; whole worlds, no less.
But you also learn, disturbed,

That it is now you
Who stands walled, between the world,
Which passes by, outside.

And it is
  You,
Who is
  Quite mad.
You, who they fear,
Outside'.

-
And the mind, a visceral
Mind, gestating; the total
World, growing and unseen.
The total mind, of all - is scared;
Scared to give in, to that wicked grin.
Which does claw at the sides, and the seams.

For the mind - the childlike mind;
Knows not of the promises, of the wall,
At all.  And slowly reaches a small hand.

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