Prince Valium (for St. Valentine)

No matter, my friends, no worries at all, no more histerical histrionics,
or plate tectonics for that matter. All is calm, tranquilo,
my thoughts con sordino. I am copesetic, analgesic, apodeictic,
and bliss-full.

Now life seems valse anti-triste,
for the growling wildebeest
reclines in surcease--he sleeps, he sleeps.

Bellissimo! In dreams I am
cello molto bello! I am that low-C grinding fifths with the adjacent G,
melting glissando, a luke-warm rondo
turned notturno. 5/2 time (how sublime).

Bellissimo nocturnal (with permission for emissions)
& Unity is still eternal in the guise of silence
or aleatoric chaos.