We are witnessing a phenomenon: a process that magnifies space.

Whatever enters its zone will enlarge – as did Alice

After she ate that very small cake, on which the words

“EAT ME” were marked in currants. However, in this case,

There’s nothing to drink that could make things diminish. Everything

Simply gets bigger. A midge becomes a mammoth. A spat an open war.

A minor irritation an upset that threatens your life.

An underage girl an ogre’s wife. You walk into it

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And there is just no way of getting out of it: the exits

Are too small. Worst of all, that which has grown

Continues to grow: malign as a cancer – and certain to end

In a big cloud that will radiate annihilation soon.

So what’s to be done? Well, nothing. So far as the situation

Is concerned. Though, like Voltaire, you can tend your own garden,

In your imagination – a garden where the flowers shrink,

And the blown rose grows ever so pink

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And becomes a bud, then less than that, and age is reversed

So Armageddon never actually gets reached.

Of course this is all a figment. We must prepare for the worst,

But what’s to prepare, Amigo? Our defences have been breached.

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