When it comes to space
we’re all hanging
upside down
Trusting in something
we don’t understand
to hold us
on the ground

This ground which
is ceiling
upon which
we’re dancing
and running
and jumping

As if it
was
is
will be
always beneath
our feet

We feel this pull
resign
ourselves to down
When the map
is the same
whether we
turn it around
look at it
standing
on our heads

Distance
space
time
and relation
All in our
perception
Deciphered
meaning

These filters
of normal
abnormal
off course
Me
I had my way
and you yours
of course

Can we agree on
up
down
left
right
north
south
east
west

Or is it simply enough
to ask
“Are you confident
you believe
you know where
you are?”

And

“Can I trust you
to leave me
blisfully
deluded?”