Here now this morn
instead of struggling we reflect
how we may maintain our trance state
but try as we might we cannot
since throb of bliss does not abate
so we remain poised in the void
tranquil stillness our ordained fate
whence with bilocation the norm
we’re both here and at heaven’s gate
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