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Oct 2018
I comfortably position
     derriere with pride
(all cheekiness *** side)
lightly seat dated, inside
ideally with bifocals removed,
     recalling "Plato's allegory of the caves,"
     where everything espied
a blur, more so (from mine

     severe myopia) conjures
     dark shadows flickr ring across,
     the edge of night - stride
rite across dreamy field of vision,
     no matter (despite)
     superfluous squinting briefly applied
across webbed whirled wide
universe till ocular orbs

     instagram, snapchat, and
     shutterfly, lids slowly slide
shut, whence immediately
    dark doth light divide
consummate relaxed mindset
     frame imbued, and imbibed,
where gentle existential
     awareness dost glide

     ever so nonchalantly,
     my consciousness of self I abide
faintly effortlessly breathing n'er decide
ding nor discriminating spontaneous
     notions nothing intruding denied,
     flitting to and fro, hither and yon
     of each inhalation and exhalation,
     then, aye approximate,

     I imagine an analog clock
     some few minutes elapse,
     when minute hand silently sweeps,
     re: completing micro orbitz ride
ding tiny armature nsync as thought

     processes soundlessly, mindlessly,
     and independently elide
into mild trance send dint altered state
     akin subtle difference,
     where engaged bachelorette
     becomes a bartered, bettered,
     and buttered bride
likewise with meditation disembodied self
     ascends cerebral cortex
      figuratively lapping - sea ming lee

     asper gentle timeless tide
buoyed by bobbing
     mantra setting placidity
     wordlessly teasing, massaging, and
     evoking enchanting ecstasy
     motioned via film meant invisible guide.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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