It sweeps away, and the foetus
is again safe. Clarity.
The divine ambrosia to the undeserving.
Feel those endorfins kick you in. A thick,
sweet taste, red, like blood.
You sense and hear those winds of
your problems, but you do not feel
them. It is euphoric?
Everything you want to know
comes to mind, the mundane. how many blades
of grass does my backside block?

Here comes the end of this enlightenment,
you'll sink again. There is no fear, although
you think you should, you would if you could. You are
at Peace, until the enroaching grey and
malice reaches you. the drums are back.