intoxication without an edge

when the cutting edge of intoxication 

moves through the waters of livingness

and bliss causes no separation of means,

no foreground to background exposed,

and no self as the resultant affect.

and each moment, though additive,

is more of continued confluence 

rather than captured as memory.

does experience cease to be 

as an audience perspective?

does a sense of immersion

now become the way of the world?

will language ever be able

to express while in this state of presence?

and if so,

will any topic do

when the work is being done 

by the tones of one's intoxicant voice?

can an invitation occur 

without actually inviting another?

can being express without verbiage announced?

does one's sensing of another

lead to this capacity into further embrace?

what happened to the sense of self

when this beauty of bliss

goes beyond the perspective of audience?

when ignition does not lead to a sense

of standalones in a crowd of similars?

when a oneness occurs 

without edges of notice

or needs-to to feature it as eventful?

how natural can connectivity occur

in high contrast to our conditioning

and yet be so confluent

that no one stands out as the wiser?

when intoxication has no surface to appear,

no inner sense of a self as altered

and oneness is embraced 

as completely a natural occurrence,

is this without being subject to notice 

ever become an awareness of consciousness,

as concern? . . .