On Joy.

Every waxed moon wanes,

All joy gives way to pains

And durges wait

Through vict’ry song.

 

Sorrows fester

Deep beneath

Smiles like a coral reef

Below the oceans glassy face.

 

Bid farewell to imposter glee

And from laughter and elation flee

Those lofty mountains only lie

To let you fall and–broken–die.

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