Zen mode
promise backtracked at the eleventh hour
creates no ripple in our glowing heart
we have no desire for grapes sweet or sour
for all we feel is bliss ignition start
breath by breath adding magnetism to cart
each moment flowing in time deemed sublime
the song of our soul mirrors bliss beat’s chime
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