He strides with his own soundtrack
and commands his own applause.
He defines a world from a vision only he can see
and his vision
is as cracked as can be.

Can you see the swirls in his eyes?
As they rise and fall
this plane restructures
and so might you.
A pill makes you small, or tall, or not here at all
and a glass makes you reappear to the delight
of all who you knew.
It’s like a game, but only he knows the rules.

He’s a chaos minister
and his words defy control.
He takes you for a trip
for as long as he is there.
He can take you anywhere.

Safe travels.
Safe returns.