14 May 2012
Pulse race Fit to burst Heart rises Joined with mind Feel pity For gravity I'm high
Moon looms, Rolls in cloud Stars dancing Around my brow. Comets limb limbo. Ground blurs Beneath my heels Earth hums A spinning top On Atlas' finger I'm so high
Chest open Arms flung wide Mouth agape In ecstasy Uplifted soul Minuscule beneath The towers of the sky I'm high
Drunk on elation - Wearing light - Inhale life - Plugged into Singularity. I am man liquid Made hard In power Of creation. Never falling I'm high
come-down Inevitable... But not yet.
High • Opuss № I