Gone, up high and away
This vast moment
Left terminally behind
Confined it seems by this day.
The conversation becomes a cacophony
Purged by the alien, ethnic sounds
Released I soar high
Above the physical indulgence.
I reach out and breathe the dawn
I drink the morning dew
Refreshed I return briefly
To this smoke-filled room.
Verbal diarrhea also stinks
Spewed forth from the sewers of thought.
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