I love this Poem

Life is getting weirder, or was it always this way...?

My attention goes outside the world,

and the world is so much more beautiful:

both brightly sparkling in its mysterious hereness

and edging me constantly

almost-there-not-yet-just-one-more-moment...

please!

toward a cosmic orgasm that never arrives, thank God.

This is the height of ecstasy!