I'd have to describe it as strange.

Everything we thought was true,
Suddenly, mysteriously, doggy doo.

When down is up and up is down,
What was sad becomes a clown.

And all the worlds of stages to see,
Are launch pad stages to eternity.

All fuzzy quarks and lethal vermin,
Dissolving into princely ermine.

Life is stranger than stranger be,
Thanks to social media and me.

But metaphorically, the poet can do it all day,
And in one's mind eye, like a dream, our way.

See you floating by…