Inebria 

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.