Bliss. It quietly, sweetly, shattered itself into a word,
Breaking down lightly, it ultimately intimidated
Thoughts of the argumentatively sublime
Slowly forming a ring of radiance
Around itself and singing
Praise and soft melodies
Of a subliminal song
It gently tormented
My old thought
Of being
Alone.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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