Pogo hop through the Logos of navy blue bliss,
Nothing could ever go wrong in a place like this,
Clear as a crystal eye, I’ve finally arrived,
I’d be happy as shit to tell you about it
but there’s just no,
no way to describe,
A dream within a dream,
The last thread of familiarity,
A string slipping from my grasp,
an Asp unravels from the vines
in the jungles of no space, no time, I feel so fine,
Nothing could go wrong in a place like this,
Such grace and bliss, the christening of the slither,
This riddle is impossible and yet a child conceived of it,
If you knew how simple the answer is, you’d hardly believe it
and it weaves through you, me and everybody and back into you,
We all are Bacchus, we all are the brew made of the pressed grapes,
We are the Snake and the snack on its plate,
There is no escape, this is Heaven and Hell,
Oh god, Bob said “you’re running and run and running away
but you can’t run away from yourself”,
Pogo hop through the Logos of navy blue bliss,
Nothing could ever go wrong in a place like this,
Clear as a crystal eye, I’ve finally arrived,
I’d be happy as shit to tell you about it
but there’s just no,
no way to describe,
Hurling through the purple clouds,
Voices sing without a sound,
“Every soul a dull light
until the Crown is found”,
There’s one for all alright
but underground is where it hides
in the depths behind your mind
there’s a curtain in fact that you must pull back
and come face to face with your most terrible fear
and when you do, if you wish to get through
you should know you have to meet it with a throat slash
and a laugh, grinning ear to ear
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