Illusory as this corporeal existence may be termed, I am too glad sifting through [This imagined existence of] The interspaces of Time and Space. Don’t need to be interceded for To a space-less place-
The echoes of infinity Tingle me, weaving infrasonic waves Of life around me.
I can catch up with salvation Some other day; I'm here. Soaking in The sun's tickle tingling me awake The wind's whistle cooing on a dull day, The patter of rains as it sings A new rhythm into play. A dog's wagging tail at my caress, Smiles from faces familiar-unfamiliar, Or a dance move I'd been tugging at to perfect. Lapping up a home-cooked meal After a long day, curling up in my bed. Celebrating joys with an exultant jump A high-five or a fist-pump,