you can stop doing that now
the only life here for you is the one in which you find joy
so you can stop doing that now
happy isn’t joy
it’s temporary and often too false
you can stop doing that now
joy is peace
no matter
what can you say to something that has no form or sense in the world
yet seems more real and whole than the apple that’s just fallen beside you
into two halves upon the board beside the knife you look and see the inside
four black teardrops resting there in the flesh
waiting for the time at which time the flesh will become food and the teardrop a bursting bed watered and nutured and following a way without regard