Quaintly quiet was the hilltop house
Looking of shivered and cracking paint
A cabin beset in the midst of the wood
Atop of the door overlooked a saint
Enter inside if you dare to explore
A world with depth beyond rabbit holes
For no looking glass is the entrance in here
Your mind simply flows out your heart and your soul
Billowing bands of light and smoke
Sound cracking back as you step forth
Splitting your atoms apart at the seems
Multiplying perception all directions point north
What has become is to be for all time
Relative now that you've crossed the line


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.