A Deep-Dreamer's Mirror

The moon rabbit is chasing a man on the moon and all the while para trooping ideas come Projected faces of stick figures, in the Conscious and unconscious, concrete and abstract alacrity is paramount Looking at the concretion of the whistling mimetolith but now concentration Are inkblots written in stone but randomizing a backwards Face on Mars is the only hope, for the shield of Hopewell chia pets Why so astonied, was it the Old Man of the Mountain staring back at the Grey Man of the Merrick or could it be, Who drew the smiley on the crater of Mars I stubbed my toe, after climbing a Monkey tree After this I see a hungering Jurist looking for food Guilty or innocent running in place while being chased, by an Elephant rock in the room, then suddenly the crashing sound, of someone removing the wake of disguise, while a clustering illusion sets its face against the stone