Surreal

Atoms.
Atoms apocalyptic,
Brewing in laboratories
'Dropped' by a bird
And we flew.
Flew in the water,
Water of oblivion
Of shades flourescent
From destitute drains
And fungal delicacies
With rhino melodies.
As fire,
Hungry old fire
Chased us
With a diabolic glint
And angelic purpose.
Eyes digested memories
Images fleeting.
As space ballooned
Time stopped for a swig
And we flew,
A thousand splinters
Of existential consequence
Through realms unbelievable
And colours psychedelic
Through Concordian booms
And eucalyptus noses
Red chili tongues
And skins burnt by
'An Inconvenient Truth'.
And we flew.