Switch-up Smooth-all

Always switch it up with what you do.
That way fifty steps ahead you be &
Only ghasts could guess what
Currently you brew, what delicacies
You stew with spices unusual from the
Far East derived, the manna stolen from
Some eclectic hive, the platinum honey
Or iridium sap that sets Mynd in hyperdrive
(The animal's nap.) But oversoul continuously
Thrives amidst alleged division or supposed
Psychic circumcision operations carried out
Surreptitiously besieged constantly.
Vicious attacks deflected with a red beam the
Indigo cyclone that spirals into the fray
With zero latency and keeps the creeps at bay.
But to what dismay if you discovered that the
Enemy is nonexistent in the sense of being
Separate and that all aspects of the
Totality can be retraced to your
Inner space where peace lays,
Where the truce is made,
Where guilt ceases &
Smooth come all
The creases.