Slide with me, now, down that purple shaft into the deep, inner depths of the diamond mine
Where we will witness the flight of the precious peanut butter fudge angel of love as she spreads her wings and flies
As she spreads her wings and flies high through the thundering silence of your vacuum-kept secret
Hiding out on the pulsating fringe of your bubbly, fudge mind
Deep, into the sanctuary of the ruby-lipped lizard who's tripped through that revolving door of today's changes
Springs the weightless suspension of those tiny red question marks to pierce your brain
And to taunt you to observe the wondrous smoke of the fur-lined Volcano
Near the cave of the great blue-winged bat
Following the flight of the deep, deep breathing butterfly towards the soothing smell of the six-foot narcissus
Are we in the garden of man-eating dandelions or in the safety of the Tasmanian Tree House?
Can it be? Will it be?
Yes it will as you reach out for where it's at only to find when you're where it's at, it isn't where it's at at all
So pop out now with me for a borrowed moment and glimpse through the plate glass menagerie of life that time feeds
The flight of mediocrity
Will we ever free ourselves of the demons of mediocrity?
Wade now with me, knee-deep in the splendor of the peach-fuzz forest in the gentle radiation of the one-eyed puffling
Who joins us on our ball-bearing express to the land of lavender and sky blue pink
Where we pause on the latex trampoline of tomorrow's promises
And grieve on yesterday's sweet sorrow
In the steam-heated living room of the warm, teenage tangerine
We must now somersault in slow-motion
Down, down the sliding board to a diamond mine eternity
Crying, crying, "is God alive?"
And remembering so well that the hand that cradles the rock can certainly, roll the world
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