Rabbit Rabbit

 

Rabbit-rabbit. Where is my soul

Is it cold in that graven hole

Or is there an uplifting tale

To be told.

 

When the hare runs into the maze;

The labyrinth of craze -

Will there be a magical totem

With linear strings – unfazed.

 

The vortex in the hollow,

That of mankind’s shallow,

Will the revving mind and manic geste

Serve as a pretended halo?

 

The way out is the way in

There are wonders in the scene

And pastures with casted rainbows

Where the pawns protect the Queen.

  

Come as you are Mr. Rogue

Down the roads prorogue;

To hesitate is to be late

And is irrelevant ideologue.

  

Answer the questions out of habit

With cues that hint of the white rabbit

Asking: “Why did you leave;

were you going to meet the Abbot?”

 

For those who wear clothes of ritual

Also carry prayers that fend any residual

Perdition or castigations against ‘elf

And serves communion as a victual.