High

harvest from the terrestrial Mother Nature giving her best. pastures green on the other side Man's canal gift from Mother Earth Get your thoughts in from books. grinded, marshed in crucibles seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes wrapping into boluses, bit by bit Light up the scenes in merry sending shivers down the throat popping out mystery mist while wrapped round in cocoons Glory, glory, celestials levitating into the abode of enlightenment seeing clear visions hidden in the fog looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants An epidural intake to calm the pain until I'm lost in its mirage. My status reading is "High."