I found bliss.

And cooked it on the
   simmer setting 
     of my soul --

That vacant hole that
   I let swell with color 
      and light.

My only worry was that
   it would flash fry all 
      that I am.

But one worry is enough
   to kill the joy, 
     to kill everything vibrant 
     & reckless within.

The bliss was quenched,
    and it steamed & sizzled,
      and all I could hear was its
      deafening sound.