Alphabet Book for Millenials

H is for High

More rocks are thrown on a pile on a small hill
It seems to sag beneath the weight
Until it finds an escape
The rocks begin to vaporize in a stinky fog
Flowing from a pipe

The sky has never been so blue
Eyes have never been so clear
Mind your step as the hill begins to fall apart
And the pieces float away from the scene
Into the purple sky

A storm toils miles away
But for tonight, the lighter keeps it at bay
Warm your fingers here
And open your mind to the infinite whispers of the universe
Perhaps you will find yourself here
Beneath the warm tides of fog washing over your insanity

Here you know nothing
You are nothing
But one with the world and one with the stars
Floating through the sky
Running your fingers through star dust
Sipping galaxies through a straw
Here you simply are