We’ll take all the rule books and each page we will rend,
Loose perceptions of reality seem to buckle and bend.
Men without eyes lead you to seats,
The idea of normal seems to retreat.
Oak trees and pines hang from the ceiling,
Organic walls numbed without feeling.
An eternal circus replete with odd sounds,
Nothing off-limits we are free without bounds.
Intentions are viewed through specterialiscopes,
No need to abandon or lose all your hopes.
Farm animals teaching and reading aloud,
And their multi-limbed farmers appear very proud.
Precipitation leads to fluorescent rain,
Strange things of beauty and a world without pain.
Checkerboard suns illuminate all,
This world awaits just answer the call.