Curiouser and curiouser

It's strange
How two people
Can be so drawn together
And driven apart
By the words they do not say.
I suppose it's 'cause they fester
While the spoken flit away.
On either side
Of a looking glass
Sealed in time by fate.
The pattering of rabbit's feet
The looming fear of 'late!'
Ever chasing,
Ever running,
A giant caucus-race,
Their cross to bear,
Their scars to wear,
Their curse, their saving grace.

Who could tell when they reach the fin
Would they rise or fall below?
And who's to say
It's not the same either way
As the tables start to roll?

Waves crash in the salty pool,
Each in separate
Tupperware.
The caterpillar, long since fled
Leaving just his shisha
To share.
The right ways rarely clear to see
And rarer is the kindest.
'Everything a moral,' child,
'If only you can find it.'

Will they,
Won't they,
They would not
They could not join the dance.

So their beds they'll make
Among the mome raths
And drift on through wonderland.