Zen mode
locating the highest point on our head
we find there a node where magnetism spikes
assigning no meaning, by God’s hand led
as we give each bliss spasm a thousand likes
form sensing a shudder where rapture strikes
and as we pen these notes of bliss emotes
our vibrant presence in the void free floats
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