Ataraxia
A sip of what you dream about,
truly the reson you feel alive.
Abstract confection whipped up
rising with each shut of your eyes.
Amidst the splinters of reality
xanthic views pursue dominance.
Imagine a vivid blue visionboard,
alter that state of consciousness.
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