H appiness is something that one settles for
A fter the ups and downs of ecstasy.
P erhaps one doesn't know what one is looking for;
P erhaps one doesn't realize one is free.
Y ear's end is time to tally up the tentacles,
N eeding an occasion to take stock.
E verywhere are angels singing canticles
W ell beyond the confines of the clock.
Y ears, no more than seconds, are but moments,
E ach eternity again, again.
A ll live on the wheel of joys and torments,
R eturning to the ramparts of the wind.
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