Umbrella shores

Cosmic mindflow on the electric
soundbeat of neolithic glass umbrella.
Sideshow ladder reality,
footstep wig out,
a many patterned delicate wah wah
crumbles into finessed smoke rhythms.
St Francis was a caner.
Drop the final vibration.
Bong rhythms, quietly undulating
amidst a golden sunscape.
Clean the window,
move into the plain of finer shadows.
Globular rotation, unleash your funky mind.
There is no reality other than this.
Smoky mystical time evading cream donut.
Blue bag of delights, a walking library.
Ivy falling in green.
Umbrella shores cast away.