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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.

 

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