The Kebilsphere

Tonight I feel unusually at ease with myself
Somehow satisfied, appetites satiatied
Dare I say it; I am content

Somthing ineffable,but worthy of vain attempts to convey
an experience, an emotion, a wonderful feeling,
or was it the absence of all those pent up feelings

I experienced not a feeling, but a lack of sensation
Yet it was with anaesthetic in absentia
Emotional minimalism in a sense, in essence
soft black velvet on which to lay my head

I know where I am, I am here now,
but for a moment, momentarily, I was nowhere

Comfortably cataleptic, not catatonic,
Motionless and yet not emotionless”

Not dissassociated, merely unentangled
not disinterested but uninvolved

A wave of nothing washed over me, enveloped me
Emotional sublimation, evaporation, dissapation
I was emptied of all sorrow and anguish, anger and grief, guilt and regret

As Dawn’s grey grevious fog that day, had dully lay, reluctant and lingering, hanging in the air unmovable and voiceless
Then the sun burnt soft and grey yellow
the mist imperceptible in dissappearing, vanished in a suspended instant

Were that there were more moments such as this
The peace of the void, the fullfullment of naught