It was the afterthought of a New Years party,
Bodies slowly dying off into heavy sleep
Toppling over one another, in a random arrangement of strangers.
But we, we ran out to the balcony as the sun began to rise
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This is a charming poem, but not the current meaning of CHARMING which is merely pleasant, I mean it's original meaning of being under a spell. The speaker and another celebrant separate themselves from the group to more keenly experience this spell and they seem be to be released to move freely in time and space. I like the easy flow of language which suggests effortless pleasure, an enveloping atmosphere of fulfillment, not a negative twist or turn anywhere. The closing lines cinch the experience WE ARE EVERYTHING. WE ARE THE GODS IN THE PARADISE OF NOW. Where can I buy a ticket to this place? Or is it a magic carpet ride?
It is a relaxing poem, no strain in it. no obsession by useless thoughts - just rest, rest, of soul and body! great!