it’s there, right outside of all this stale air
this fun tangle
and doomed endless knot
what is it?
what does it taste like?
what sounds does it make?
please do your best
it lacks relational anchoring
it’s unclear if it has a size
it could be tiny like a spark
between static hands in the wintertime
or it could be big enough to make every cell
rip itself apart like a firework
bliss is utter lack of distinction
it’s musical, that’s for sure
that’s really the only thing to say for sure
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