In the Slippy

Oh the Everest I climb with each emotion
Drinking in the sun and moon of each moment
Transfixed by the gaze of everlasting owl
Mesmeringued by whatever hypnopied me.
Making sense doesn’t make sense to me.

I’ve found a rabbit hole; I’m going down.
In the slippy, the deep down side,
Down to where ever never comes.
You don’t know what I’m saying,
But you’ll see...the bizarre has
Become the common complacency.

In the slippy, the deep dark side,
Go’in down, come on along,
Come along for the ride.