clocks tick 
out the sighs 
...~... 
walls of paper, 
frames of straw 
...~... 
the lighters click 
flames finger flies 
rising mists of vapor 
knock on the door 

hours reflected in 
kaleidoscope glass 
see where you've been 
are and have been 
never ending hallways 
leading to some other nowhere 
cloned beyonds of before 

minutes consumed in 
mirror glint pathways 
reflect what you've known 
known yet not shown 
the echoes of an infinity 
lend voice to some other nowhere 
regal silences of yester-year 

trapped in an origami wonderhell 
looking for the exit through 
acid etched glasses of ink 
a way out of the mad hatter's pocket 
the only key that fits the lock 
a 52 pick up pile 
new cards with all the same face 
needing to find the one 
that hit the ground first 
reverse the polarity 

imbue crystal orbs with clarity 
to search for stolen fragments 
hidden behind frailties of framework 
a way behind the cheshire cat's grin 
the only lock that has no key 
dominoe tessellation 
alike in shape and form yet 
lacking the same numbers 
that were displayed last 
traverse the singularity 
  
clocks tick 
out the demise 
...~... 
supporting paper, 
arches of straw 
...~... 
the lighters click 
flames finger fires 
risen mists of vapor 
and starts burning 
down the door