The Logic of Alice

Falling, tumbling, floating...

Into an oblivion of nonsense, swirling rationale, and spinning clocks.

I don’t know where to turn from here, for anywhere I go from here is too far from what I’ve seen.

And what I know.

My mother’s logic, my father’s logic, is upside down and turned around. It spat back at me, backwards down here.

Oh, but maybe their logic is not mine. These cards of hearts will slice my legs right out of their stockings if I cannot escape their nonsense underneath

So their logic shall be mine.