To rise, to drift, to leave the earth,
A flight beyond the bounds of birth,
A whispered haze, a cloud's embrace,
A gentle lift, a weightless grace.
The world, so sharp, turns soft and wide,
As colors bloom, as thoughts collide,
Each breath a river, flowing deep,
Into the sky where secrets sleep.
The stars are close, a quiet hum,
A symphony where all things come,
And in the stillness, we are one,
The moon, the night, the setting sun.
Time bends and wavers, lost in sound,
The edges blur, no walls, no ground,
With every pulse, the air grows sweet,
As heartbeats skip in cosmic beat.
The mind is free, unchained, untamed,
No bounds to what the soul has claimed.
To soar, to touch, to be the breeze,
To sail on dreams, to ride the seas.
Oh, how the world transforms, divine,
A dance of thought, a twist, a sign,
A touch of heaven, clear and high—
An ode to the art of getting high.
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PoetryA tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and wher...
