The Cheshire lights flash, grinning wide,
A neon path where rules collide.
Teacups spiral, uncontained,
Through glowing storms of fractured planes.

The rabbit calls, its watch askew,
“Too late, too early—time’s untrue!”
A queen of hearts in hues that bleed,
Commands a kingdom of warped decrees.

Doors inhale, their hinges hum,
Each opens to where you’ve never come.
A looking glass refracts the glow,
Showing who you were—then lets it go.

The caterpillar coils in smoke,
His riddles loop, his answers choke.
The path bends twice, then splits to none;
There’s nowhere here that isn’t one.

So sip the tea, take one last breath,
In neon madness, find your depth.
For once you fall, you’ll never climb—
The Rabbithole erases time.