Happiness
is something that one settles for After the ups and downs of ecstasy. Perhaps one doesn't know what one is
looking for; Perhaps one doesn't realize one is
free. Year's end is time to tally up the
tentacles, Needing an occasion to take stock. Everywhere are angels singing
canticles Well beyond the confines of the
clock. Years, no more than seconds, are but
moments, Each eternity again, again. All live on the wheel of joys and
torments, Returning to the ramparts of the
wind.
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