Happiness brims and ebbs,
it tends to levitate on the edge of being,
it dips one leg in the rabid air
and then wriggles away in its mystic garden, obnoxious and fulfilled.
drools and runs wild out of every breath of
it flows and flows
out of itself,
A day shall come when happiness
will hover above your pretty head,
its moon devouring sword flapping in lust.
Then you must
let your suffering onto light,
for it will liberate you.
It shall flood and devour the ground your feet kiss
but allow it this delicacy
for the breeze of happiness always leaves behind
seeds of unfound terror.