I’ve been captured in a fox’s den,
slid down like Alice, but never saw its end.
”Quit wishful thinking”, the sly fox said.
Yet I held a grip, even when my nails bled.

Do you like hearing the colors of the rainbow,
in a rainy town, where the rays peek at sundown?

I took a picture of a quiet vast land
under the sky where the sea meets the sand
my mind rotates and bends upside down
universally lost in space and time

It’s my only life
I need to surf like mad
just sugarglide the misty air