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Crimson Strobes
She slept within --
A crimson dome
All red lights
Illuminations
As sleeping strobes
Creating doorways
Out of darkness
Creating doorways
Spinning in air
Tilting the room
Sideways
And she's floating
Leaving this space
Traveling
Towards a fissure
Almost there
Not quite
Almost where?
She can't know
Back to Alice?
Perhaps in time?
Too far away
Every year
Forms another
Elongated hallway
Opening into eternity
Without eternity
To reach that space
Back to Alice.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 1999
All rights reserved.
Library of Congress Copyright
International Copyright.
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