the series of which
counted carefully
paced peacefully
revealing nearly nothing
but the deep fog
passing over your eyes
a beautiful glaze
entreats something special
essentially unheard of
to me
a smooth and quiet existence
the sensation of perpetual goodness
not defining identity
but driving purpose

keep them
they are sacred meditations
envy is a toxin
and true love is the antidote
disquiet may linger
but patience
will be
my liniment