Fool's Cap Poem by Oluwatamilore Daniel

A sip, and I slip into sleeping slopes.
I slumber, remain a Dumber Dumber.
A glance, I remain tranced in blissful wonder.
I sup upon Psyche, oh! mental hopes.
The mizzle puzzles all mundane hassle,
moistens my mined ore with spicy jasmine.
Thinker blue, Oyin birdlimes my souls min.
Ah! My incarnate cremates my puzzle.
The quicksand gravely slow, suctions action.
The isle's aisle is flooded with hot crust,
pinching the phantoms, with smiting gold dust.
Dust from fallen empires in auction.
like the Niagara of tsunami,
you sweep away nous, imprint upon me.