Zen Mode
a playful bliss tingle
surges forth in our spine
dispersing the sublime elixir
across all nodes of form
wherein each node
glows in rapture
the physicality of divine grace
thus manifests in our form
as thunder unmistakable
no coming
no going
no doing
just becoming
04-February-2023
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