InLiWriMo #20

I met a man once on a trip
He was funky and far out and hip
He took hold of my hand
And I neither could stand
Nor escape from the strength of his grip

Across sacred mountains we flew
‘Til the earth, not the sky, was bright blue
And the sun rose at night
And the numinous light
Of the day gave a dusty pink hue

How deliciously we drank our fill
On the top of the farthermost hill
Breathing H2O down
Underwater we drowned
And time itself stood quite still

I returned from this place none the wiser
With a bassline on Moog synthesiser
That I just couldn’t shake –
There must be some mistake
Just the one double vodka and Tizer?