Ignorance Poem by Stephen Zabaldo

I have been afflicted
with a fine ecstasy.
No semblance of
rational consideration,
Perceptive only to the
procession of my own
selfish stupor,
Confined by my errant jubilation.
My deterioration is revelation:
Bliss.
Gone is my penchant for the
Cumbersome,
No longer
to exert,
or speculate,
or trudge,
through gargantuan ordeals.
No longer
The pallid face
of progress
and prowess.
No coy mistress,
this dearth of awareness.
This liberal disregard
integrated with
ample apathy
in unison,
sings the volumes
of my
ignorance.