Bliss ever bliss thy be done will be said and undersung.
Words make no sound and form no illusion, never taught.
What gives; takes not — unless sought?
Make sense yet no sensation to arrive.
1.6 times 10 to the -35
Overfound rivers wise. Nothing amidst in tree of lies. Haha!
You get me right? I speak of us! I see with no apprise.
I see with winds of tender demise!