The sun over Wonderland done gone down.
Still life in my room went on.
Having not yet adjusted reverse thrusters,
we could wind up anywhere, anytime.
Soon the sky will bleed blue into black.
First slowly, then all together relentless, day come back.
Sometimes cause preceeds effect.
Ttachyons see to that, which the human eye can't.
It's all in the hitch hikers guide, eight miles high.