by Uwohali Orange
The cave is awful deep and dark
Dark and deep, deep and dark
Endless infinity, spiral stairs
M.C. Escher in the air
And falling, falling
Alice she spins
Into the head but not
Out again
Spinning spinning
Deep and dark
The cave is awful deep and dark
What can we ask of endless night
But, “When will come the morning light?”
And what can the endless night reply
But, “Wait, wait, wait and try not to…
di—”
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Originally from a small city in north-central Oklahoma, Uwohali Orange writes poetry and fiction. His work has been published most recently in Elsewhere, and it is forthcoming in Dream Noir and Orchards. He lives and works in a Mexican pueblo near the Pacific Ocean.
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