Here now this morn
when the new normal is rapturous bliss
as that that does not come and go or fade
it makes the void a luminous abyss
an ethereal mist in which we wade
in the timeless now for us readymade
is-ness of being-ness has a new name
a tempest of delight we cannot tame
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