Through the Looking Glass

Nothing to hold onto but the smoke that spins my head. Clear metal strings fold cold aluminium foil over my forehead, drums trickling down my immobile cheeks.

I let go of the world that was holding
a passenger that could not fly
in search of souls
souls in search of something
let it go
let it slide
-- Our Lady Peace, Starseed

Diving down finding the burning turmoil beneath. Play nice now. Always play nice now.

So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
-- Fiona Apple, Window

Taken apart and back together again,
Hooks removed and vultures slain

Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow, Kitty. Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It'll be easy enough to get through—' She was up on the chimney-piece while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And certainly the glass was beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.
-- Alice through the Looking Glass