Bliss

Ah, in just a sudden dunk of desires This soul whole lost and mires What if bewaring of fugacious the desires Itself ere death, cerebrate higher empires.. Numbered down to naught desires whole lot Itself ere death means bliss blissful a lot What if differing human, his animal fought..? Born a spiritual birth blissful, is it not? And his bliss is his'I', his 'heart' all true But in empyrean harmony his senses accrue Temperamental satiety erstwhile all through In dissipation his senses but to wake in bliss new