FAR OUT!

Mission Control … we cannot speak
about the worlds that we have seen
…that we have been… words are too weak
… our voice… electric shades of green…

Misshapen hole… that strange flower
… found by our space botanist Benn
… it has… somehow… overpowered
us… with some hallucinogen…

Miss universe… all systems cleansed
… check daffodilic angelscream…
Major Reids eyes have grown immense…
eleventeen gold dolphins gleam…

My shining soul… it’s wearing off…
we must help this bright flower spread
… it’s blown our minds to cosmic stuff…
we’re bringing it home to your heads…