Bliss?

I've had a long dream of perfect bliss,

That was more sublime than any lover's kiss.

Nirvana or Heaven? I could not tell -

There were no great dieties,

Yet it was the very opposite of Hell.

No angels, archetypes or elysian fields.

The inhabitants were ordinary, every-day folk

Who smiled benignly as we spoke...

I felt refreshed and happy when I woke.

Then doubt pushed in -

Had my sweet dream merely been

Some Dopamine-connected hoax -

My vile Id's cruelest joke?

Today plods on with deadly pace

My negativity, a pale disgrace.

For this weak lapse, should I be shriven?

'Forgiven, young man - you are forgiven!'

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