When the spirits are restless
You shall be, too.
Your bed is a machine
Whirring and tossing you.
Tangling sheets strangle your feet.
Your eyes on fire.
Apparitions from long ago
Make their presence known.
Jolted consciousness!
It’s Alice again
And you must drink the tea.
Hares and Queens tempt you
With their hijinks.
Beg the spirits to make haste
So you can befriend the moon again.
Tireless desire rest, rest, rest.
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