who do not tinker with life aforethought
of bliss.i come into the still waters of unbowed bliss unmoored.
And I feel the extramundane bliss of gliding above the stars
Glidings unrestrained upon the easement of my nightbed
To scoop me alien innate but supernatural energy
Rocking my broken navel
Waxing stronger beyond the light waves.
I rest in the grace of mothernature.am a superhuman.
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