A realm indescript as place,
Just as sea in midst of ocean’s vast expanse
Evinces bland, flat monohue round and round
Every direction, even up and down
This steady euphoric of depth, lending thought a hand
at drowning in feelings profound as nameless,
sedentary ecstacy,
the cipher of promise of
More real than real itself,
wrongly run down, as castigate
partner of incoherence, hallucinations of judgment yet,
source of consummate joy in life
And all of earth itself.
