The Mad Party We Table Up To (Twice Upon a Curious Times)

The inexplicable hands, shifting around the dial
to the Counter's or to the Else's little significance,
move only other wise to confound our sense of seasons
and befuddle our senses of reason twice and We
again reveille our own disruption and panic
to and from bed jumping, eye squinting
timely jerking us from our slumber
either too late or too soon!
And just days later we find
No Mad Hatter! No!
The only Fool
to bite was
Alice.