there is only joy
there is only joy in this heart
i ferment it into jubilation
i ferment it into love
and i love you, and all
but what i do not see i cannot love
and so my heart tows me across the days
indiscriminately looking, and loving
until i have dark circles etched under my eyes
i am going away to find a bed for these eyes that my heart will be satisfied loving
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