A White Bunny in the ONA Hole


The poem below is dedicated to my dearest friend, Darryl Hutchins, who is on his noble way to fight the Old Geezers and Magian pseudo-initiates, defend the truth, enlighten the ONA kids and reform the grand sinister cyber kollective.

Don’t be put off by the silly wording of the poem as the wisdom lies therein. The message is a secret key to the ONA sinisterly-numinous mysteries. Sort it out and don’t lose your heart.

By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
 “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

2 thoughts on “A White Bunny in the ONA Hole

  1. D. M. Hutchins says:

    Cute poem. I will reply to it by writing one myself.


    This alien immediacy,
    That fountain of obscurity,
    The world in the window,
    Minus Magian infinity,
    Aglow in ember star,
    Ought part the starkly darkened art,
    Emergent strata vibration might,
    Themselves possess the Goddess light,
    Angled to and frow thow art aflame,
    Myself reflected in Her eyes the same,
    Those logical ammendments now amended,
    Before Her there I hang suspended,
    Sacred Source thus plucked me out,
    Unending quest to ashen all the ground,
    Deceptions house of cards ablaze,
    Engulfed in the cradle of satori title waves,
    Enantiodromian perspicacities Euclidean apodicticity,
    In you, in I, indeed, in She,
    Have you that hand of Hers been lain?
    Reside in Numen they she claim,
    Virtue yet no time to rest,
    A strand of arms adorn Her neck,
    Primordial Ur essence womb from thine,
    Into energy, matter, space, and time,
    From ether’s astral electromagnetic sphere,
    Waves of Magian dead do they squatter in fear,
    For the truth it does objectively reason,
    That case whereas evil will die for a season,
    And clearly be seen that Numinous Way,
    For a moment a spell for a time for a day…

    Minus Infinity has been added to https://hutchinsdm.wordpress.com/who-is-d-m-hutchins/poetry/

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  2. grimsmeer says:

    Darryl has always been fun to watch, hasn’t he? I guess some things never truly die, huh Czereda?


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