Beautiful Things

Poetry about Ecstasy

Tiesto fiddled his abiding symphonies
and I could not feel my legs nor arms no more
the air I have taken granted for twenty five years,
trickle into me like the Valkyries extravagant miasma
and I could dream in a million directions at a time
devoid of misplaced devotions of synthetic conceptions
though at this moment the bliss may be misplaced
I would with contentment forfeit the earthly casing
and heed this oracle's forged philosophies