I dreamed of a multiverse and there we put our pants on upside down. Our
fingers were on our back. Little kids hung from trees. Ice cream fell
from the sky. All of the birds were one and the same. Time stood still
yet a trillion years passed by as I took a puff from the stick that held
the snake in my ear. My body had to turn inside out to get into this
place and the ground was way over the top of my head. Jello was hello
and dogs were mojo. I played the cello in the wello. I spoke a word that
did not become me nor did it come from me. What of this magic mystery
moment?
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