At 3am
In the still of night, the current heightens,
waking us gently, from our deep slumber,
when, one with the void, our body lightens,
tingling with hum of the silent thunder,
vivifying form in blissful rapture.
No doing done; we are a receptor,
as magnetism ignites in-form vectors,
benediction of bliss continuum,
divine entwinement, the surprise factor,
each node within us, our sensorium.
05-January-2021
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