We were as high as the highest heaven.
The air was thin, my mind was swimming,
my quest for the meaning of life itself was
gliding away like a feather drifting away
on the breeze.

I heard my own voice slip from my lips,
but it sounded alien. It was a laugh that
bubbled up from my very being and
reverberated across the clouds,
echoing back to me
from the firmament.

It was the aether of the universe,
and it was Joy Itself.