Bliss
Bliss.
Riding
endless
waves.
Sailing
tranquil
ethereal,
celestial
seas.
Gently
rolling
waves.
Lulling.
Blissful
detachment.
Silently
moving.
Fog bank
through
fog bank.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Endlessly
so.
Seeing.
Learning.
Never
enough.
Tacking,
ripples
of time.
Moving
things
along.
Peace.
Blissful
peace.
Between.
Maneuvering.
Between,
around
islands
of reality.
Lands
of mayhem.
Keys
of uncertainty
effort,
turmoil.
Seas of
tranquility
between.
Euphoria.
Between the
mayhem.
Mayhem’s
of existence.
Where
nothing
makes
sense.
Where
nothing
is real.
Where
ghosts
of creation
call home.
