Because this is a place where silence
implies nothing and yet represents everything.
Where the MadHatter is a faggot and
i am Alice in Wonderland, exploring
Life(it's a WonderfulLand) 's every
twist and turn, about on the corner
and in the glow of the sunset. Alice,
picking herself up and realising
(something. i wonder what) upon close
examination; Herself.

Gosh, Madam, i said nothing.

Even if i did, it wouldn't be heard.
For this is now a world where noises
bustle allplaces, noises; You, omnipresently
You, drowning insignificant me out
with proclamations of contempt.
Felicitations; a note that invites
anticipation towards
something that i think that maybe i have achieved.
Or so You said, anyway.

Gosh, madam, I said Nothing.

you (or perhaps Me, it must be
one or the other) must
be hearing Things.

Ballerina With Fins

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