where is your bliss station?
you have to try to find it.
~ joseph campbell
my bliss station
is a white fish with a green tail
floating over a yellow leaf
lives in water climbs the waterfall
becomes a dragon.
my bliss station
is any arriving train we get
in the vendors' wagon of
& find no vendors.
there are seats only around
the sides as if the govt knows.
but they don't really.
the tallest building in town
never knew shit.
my bliss station
is big things kept in small places
compressed but not to scale
like gods in a green box
of second hand books
like body pickled in soul.
my bliss station
is tucked up comfortable
in an auto-ride wanting it
to don't stop for the feeling
of always going somewhere
blue-black bag on my knees
long sleeves waterfalling
over my wristwatch caves of time
concealed in myriad grey.
my bliss station
is arriving shortly on
platform number
as-far-as-fucking-possible.
maybe it is the maybe
the ifness of it all.
~Ajay
23/12/19
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bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
