its now in these precious times
listen i to my inner sound like chimes
letting me drift into a distinctive
different sort of place
in my own core
at sensual peace
to wholly embrace
a beautifully atuned becoming
not lost in space
energies from infinite sources
varieties of colorful sounds
feelings with intimate bliss
psychedelic pressurized intensities
electromagnetically held in union
a playfully pushing and pulling liquid
not unlike quicksilver
a central black spot or dot
moving through it at my will
the round black growing smaller
disappearing into oblivion
following an explosion
richer velocities of creativity
expanding meaningfully fulfilling