Natural Bliss
Now, being alone and facing
The gargantuan forms of mankind’s inevitable pursuits,
While the buildings lean over and pervade shadows
Over my physical existence,
I strive for the innate feelings
That are universal within each human
Despite faith, despite predisposition, despite virtue,
For the things that all humans can feel.
And so,
As I crawl to the edificial end of man’s natural manifest destiny,
I fall
or rather I float,
As gravity takes me underneath its wings,
The sublime feelings presides as my body self actualizes,
Unto this reality.
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