Sweet Spot

Anymore I’m awake, in the

having a body sense, as 

infrequently as possible…

I get up, go out, have coffee,

gather necessary concomitants,

go home, and get ready for bed

the rest of the day…part of this

entails a certain amount of self

medication…intoxication…

because my body is surprsingly 

healthy, in spite of how I treat it.

So, there is a sweet spot, a Xanidu,

where I vision the pleasure dome

in maturity…but, it fades as all 

pleasure domes do. So, why do they

exist at all?  Because everything

you can imagine exists somewhere,

whether it be temporal, temporary,

or, terminal….you can’t take immediacy

of change out of the equasion…ever.

This was the sweet spot…if you’re

wondering.