~This___
Overwhelming relentless bliss~
Perceived to be void of artifice~
~Yet still only in it's chrysalis___
I savor each moment given to**~metamorphosis~
Although,
~ I had exasperated my last hope that it could ever really be like this~
~The attained realization,
this strange,
yet comfortable void in my now distant normality of giving in to emptiness~
Has permeated every orifice~
with renewed hope and…..prolepsis~
~You have given, A realized true lucid genesis~
To a worn and broken spirit, made to suffer @ length through starvation of contentment, comfort, pleasure, serenity or happiness~
~ May I