Need an  oblivion intoxicated

Much to the chagrin of the masses..
much to the anger of zealous creators…
much against the grain of random mindlessness…
much against the goalkeepers of subtractive morality…
i go into oblivion..
oblivion of bliss limitless..
a state of abstraction sweet…
a realm of consciousness numbed..
by the engaging passions of a ever fertile heart..
and a ever enchanting smile…
 like a bird smitten…
by the luscious secrets of the ever immortal Sardinian Poppies..
or a frog enthralled…
by the glittering petals of the ever peaceful orchids…
or some specks of dirt enamoured..
by the radiance pure..
of an ever gracious star in the horizon distant…
like all of that above..and everything below..
like anything and anyone that is affected by the poison..
of dreams endless…
i am going into oblivion..
so desired by my ever rampaged soul..
to give space for the reconstruction of my soul..
to give time..for my shattered and struck spirit..
to heal away under the guidance of pity omnipotent..
and love omniscient…
I need a break from reality demanding constant..
i need a holiday from the never stopping desires..
and the haranguing deadlines…
even my creativity needs a holiday sometimes..
even my thoughts need to take a break from
inception ceaseless….
yes i need some intoxication..
yes i need an alter ego..
a virtual land of infinities..
for my heart to sing once again..
things of beauty and joy untarnished..
by the dust of melancholic bitterness
it can’t be something temporal
nor something restricted only to the senses..
nor  something eschewed by the laws of ethics
colored by visions bounded..
by the immutable viruses of identities divisive..
yes i need to get lost…
and dissolve for a few moments of eternity…
in a world of unfazed dimensions..
and melting realms…
guarded by skin of satires unassuming..
and passages of nectar mysterious…
yes it must be an trance that never really ever begins..
with a bang hurtful..
nor ends ever into abrupt nothingness…
it must be an state of pure contradiction..
one that bites but never hurts..
one that stings but never pains..
one that stands out let flies away ..
without ever leaving a footstep..
in structured reality..
it has to be an oblivion..
of intoxicating passions…
love that never starts..
lust that never ends…
all limits never erected..
all bridges set in stony permanence…
all stars forever burning with whims unchecked..
never punished for any acts of random insolence…
and yes i have found such a place…
yes such a state can and does exist..
somewhere and someplace..
it is as real as the ever laughing dance of the Poppies Sardinian..
with the moody westerlies..
it is as real as a million drops of blood..
pouring out of a accursed angel…
it lies in between your eyelids…
right at the symmetry between lips and you consciousness…
right where your limbs part away..
into a forest of sacred wisdom….
it lies somewhere hidden..
beneath your veil of silent meditation…
somewhere around your universe..
where boundless gardens of ever precious ..
orchids of love and dream blossom…
where new secrets of wisdom are given birth..
by oceans of imagination untempered…
where new smiles are gifted away without any bias…
to all those in need of a succour..
from unrepentant destiny..
and cruel heavens…
and i know that the only way to get into that ..
where even paradise looks like a confounded state of reality rusted…
is by winning the trust and confidence..
of your ever insecure heart…
and your innocently shy poppies…
and i will achieve that..
even if that costs all the tears and despair..
forever trapped in my thorny conscience…
and even if it requires..
ripping out every gash that was ever put into..
with intentions unjust…
for i need my few intimate moments..
with a state of intoxicated oblivion…
to preserve and protect all my universes unstructured…
from vanishing into dusts of absolute nothingness…
where even zeroes find it hard …
to exist with some sense of sanity….

my thoughts..