A re-edit: seeking more bliss starts out, lowering our heads as we write.  
 
We use an alphabet and keep its letters by our side at all times.  
It’s an alphabet constrained by symbolic fonts within other discourse  
helping us follow instructions about grids, metronomes and taking notes.  
 
Like knolls perching like two breasts. Like when we write our alphabet, only the tops of letters are visible 
along with fresh upgrades to letters for colloquial physics.  
Water reddens. A steel door stays open. Here are the last phonemes of bliss. 
We best defer to the latest models to differentiate ourselves.  
Almost like deep blues and silvers with biological shades to form vowels,  
 
but consonants have taken their hiatus with older types,  
seen thru the dry warmth of heated mirrors.