Quiet.

A worrisome bliss.

Because of what's unknown

from what can't be seen.

Imagine if it engulfed us.

What would we see?

What would we learn?

From its infinite galore.

Would it blind us?

Would it force our Eye?

Or maybe we'd finally understand

on our own?

But we'd have to be worthy.

Most would shy away

from it's boundary with no limits.

From its pureness

Running away from that worrisome bliss

Almost feels like an unnatural sensation.

Maybe a tingle

That's annoyingly orgasmic.

It's fathomless.

A mobius strip on a spectrum.

An emotion cyclone that can't be prepared for