Zen mode
ripples in an anticipated sequence
in as a mismatch in time
if causing thoughts to go viral
are quietened betwixt bliss beat’s chime
such facilitations that are granted
require our eye to be single
that turbid winds impact not the flame
in heart of Self where pheromones mingle
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