John Prophet

Bliss

Bliss.
Riding
endless
waves.
Sailing
tranquil 
ethereal,
celestial
seas.
Gently 
rolling
waves.
Lulling.
Blissful 
detachment.
Silently
moving.
Fog bank
through 
fog bank.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Endlessly 
so.
Seeing.
Learning.
Never
enough.
Tacking,
ripples
of time.
Moving
things
along.
Peace.
Blissful 
peace.
Between.
Maneuvering.
Between,
around
islands
of reality.
Lands
of mayhem.
Keys
of uncertainty 
effort, 
turmoil.
Seas of
tranquility 
between.
Euphoria.
Between the
 mayhem.
Mayhem’s
of existence.
Where
nothing 
makes 
sense.
Where
nothing 
is real.
Where
ghosts 
of creation 
call home.