340 chase happiness with me

340

chase happiness with me

sifting layers of atmosphere and rivers of watercress

hearing not the prayers of restless fears

nor gusts of time’s endless transformation

of dreams to dust to nothingness

we shall not cease for earth’s erosion

nor the implosion of worthy intentions

and we’ll demand from tears and death a merry life

as if cheer was the only cure for dry tongues

and gladness, the only satisfaction for our lungs

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