If it wasnt for poetry

rising from deep down under we feel bliss in our bones gushing in our veins divine magnetism renewing rapture of joy ineffable so we exult song of our heart effervescence of soul in a rhythm reverberating mellifluous music of the spheres throbbing thus at our very core entwining us with existence dissolving space and time cajoling us to articulate how ripples in the void manifests within form soul’s innate lustre across all octaves of agape love