There is a certain mystery in calmness
The biological psyche ceases to exist
A moment surrounded by unadulteration
No ambiguity, no unknown; pure resonance.
Sober thoughts of a life unfolding
Panoply of the exceptional sins unearthed
Angels showering their affection untouched
The God’s in heaven watch in disdain.
Canvassed characters they all resemble
A larger than life mural of stupidity
No boundaries, no resentment separating
For it is the holy state of sublime calmness.
Unsure of the span of situation encountered
The biological psyche refuses to console
This moment of calmness never will arise
As I lay to rest in excitement; it is calmness, calmness.