Finding Joy

Words come like rusted cogs

Thoughts are pewter

Desire beauty 

But dolor dances

In my head.

Look around

At nature’s allure,

And celestial might.

Then effulgence


Spying Orion’s belt

Acts as a catalyst,

Girding the mind,

Infusing it with


The day unfolds

With awe

Of a mighty

Lord of 


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