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Poetry
Your own sun pearl is happy
It is deliverance
Happy is walking and dropping from nowhere
It is weightless
Happy is not over there
Happy is just about to know you
It’s the hand that sayeth go thou go thou
And happy is driving through it
Recognising
Happy is no one’s measly mantra
Happy is jawbones
It’s the sight of sane eyes
It is downstairs in a box of photos
And is not interested in laws
Happy, the light that angles in
The musical proposition of hearing words well
Happy to wait without caring and happy with the empty cart
The start of it all and the last
Happy is the life of fountains
It’s getting lost to know
And it’s what is still standing tomorrow
Happy is not smugness
Happy is the bed of years
The pillow of doubt
It is sprung to your liking
Happy is piling in
Kissed up and ripe
It is what stirs
Happy is the carrying ant
The tender light
And stepping into sun
It is not purchasable
It is let in the dogs
Happy is cheating no one
Happy is great is my love for this world