“Bliss.” We were looking it up. 
A battle between two distinctions  
 
among words bringing up a few others,  
times two more of those brain-states from Asia.  
A marsh is now interesting  
(vitae) for the sea. For the eye, nothing but applesauce then shellac,  
a varnish the sea brought in without consent, leader of the pack  
of subject matter. Not of varnish, bliss.