It is the way forward, the light on
the path
even
when demons have mortgaged our souls.
It
is plucking the soulmate with seamless synchronicity,
the
one who is simply there and aware
that
the universe has performed the wedding ceremony.
It
is the one-ticket lottery winner,
the
disease that was only a fleeting phantom
on
the gray and black diagnostic film,
a
pain in the side that decided to leave on the evening train.
Sunrise
might come with a heavy price—
a
hangover from hell or the end of a plague—
or
the sun might simply slide into the sky
for
kindness’ sake, no alarums required.
Life
is often a threepenny opera,
the
silent unfolding of the unsullied orchid,
a
grand ball to which no royalty is squired.
It
may be a gathering of merry paupers on the green,
the
heavenly city without the nuisance of Armageddon time,
a
straight shot of pure tequila
without
the rim of salt or the taste of bitter lime.
~William Hammett
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