I sit, I fold, I bend, I believe,
being a being being being,
this plated world spins below
my centre station command
position,
oh I am relaxed
I can assure,
for my eyes are
closed and passages of time
leave me be, for this is
the moment, the while, the smile
that sits plastered across
this puffy face, where chaos
bubbles under hands folded,
my position, sedition, commissioner
of serenity,
this aura is bubbled.