Proximity

Inner peace /proximity I got thee in the innermost lawn of my being, rapt in deep state of invention. Walking careless on the way of my heart. I got thee the way my thoughts end, Thou to embrace me with painless worry. The pulsating breast stops and in the interval I am one with thee, a deep communion of blissful proximity. I got thee in the thoughtless aura of absoluteness and mind dissolves into the greatness of nonentity. Thou art the ethereal being, the sustenance Of my incorporeal self. O Stella my divine portion undivulged from timeless space hold me on thy quaking chest to fill it, the empty bowel, full of life. I am one to pluck thee from the bower of my interiority.