It bulges tingling in the pit of my stomach
beats sparklingly pounding throughout my heart
and I breathe wispy falling leaves
to lighten my mellow mind
and blind am I with so much sight
when mellow perfection of bliss unites.

I want to swallow all this happiness up
and with a burst increase the level
of level mellow peaceful fullness,
but can I even handle such happiness?

It feels so compoundingly magnitudinal
that it could consume me
and breathe me out
smoke among the fire
that will float higher to the tune of a lyre
and avoid the mire
by dissipating dissolving
Fating
Resolving.