Ride my ecstasee-saw
Cutting teeth on ripping
Tips and dipping valleys
See so many seasons
Rise and fall and winter
Springs to summer’s sailing
Sunny climes sublimely
Climbing falling swirling
Down through seven circles
To the darkest depths
An apocheir with no one
No one there but you and
Bubbles bursting upwards
Cork released a feast
Awaits yet at the summit
Plummet sliding slopes of
Greasy groping fingers
Clawing growing reaching
Upwards lifting starwards
Flying soaring sunburst
Glowing burning blazing
Gravity suspended
Rendered obsolete I’m
Over-flowing full
Replete but somehow floating
Ever floating never
Coming down a see
Without a saw a -yo
A -yo a -yo a -yo
