Tripside

Slippped a smile source
on a tongue
rung a dream force
them to come
and we tripside
human tide,
tripflipside human tide.

Shaking hands with the base
mentor, sculptor
of my face,
shaking Rowntree brains
sunshine rains
rainbows on the soles of my feet,
time bows to the beat
light shadows in retreat,
dream source of the sky
blows wisdom to all eyes.

I love it here
on the tripside of human tide,
I can feel, really feel,
I am real.