Spasmodically amiss

Spasmodically Amiss, tis bliss that contaminates my ears,

The Doldrums are far and gone, The ship’s now chartered by dapper verve and witty zest

Musical monotones we beseech, steadfast in the face of savagery and mockery

A spinal column tingles fleetingly to the manic riffs of anthems of stature,

A soul sings to unseen ears; an overture of peerless proportion

At this very instant, sound is the only constant, the sole solace

And I wish with every last atom of life within me that I could linger in this abyss for all eternity.