Inner space. I fall down.

Just like a pitiful young hare…what is reflected in the glassiness of your eye?

Strange and inverted, the corpse of your memories slipped through your sky

Further into you…

Drowning in tears, you slip into the dizzy vortex of flowing melancholy

The key to your castle is lost; with poison in your mouth creation is shaken

[nerve cell] Wall is broken me!

[psychopathy] Open the gate!

You don’t drink drugs

[Close my heart and brain] 

Listen to me

The glorious bud, trembling in the gap between girlhood and adulthood

Your frozen, naked heart… I give you this dress

Don’t cry, Alice

[I want to stay here now] 

Barefoot

Unlikely to be able to walk this thorned path

To live is to dream… I give you matching shoes

So smile, Alice

…and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows,

and find a pleasure in all their simple joys,

remembering her own child-life, and the happy summerdays