JOY


         Joy.
         Ideas
         arrived
         in parts.
         Simple things:
         some facts,
         some stars,
         a girl.

         Then
         it came
         from me.
         Repeat,
         the universe.
         I challenged God,
         he took up arms,
         then there we struggled but I won.

         Joy.
         New world
         arrived
         in parts.
         Perfect things:
         some books,
         some help,
         my muse!

         First
         it came
         to me.
         I repeat,
         now it’s from.
         Once God was gone
         he made me smile,
         I felt vertigo but I didn’t fall.

         Joy’s
         a release,
         instant peace,
         not for answers
         being found,
         but questions lost.
         But
         don’t ask.
         No,
         don’t ask.
         It’s not ours to know.

         Try
         not to ask.
         Who told
         you so?
         You Devil’s fool,
         I teased myself,
         I did find joy!
         Just ask me
         whose last word was last.

         Joy.
         Relent,
         appearance counts.
         Many others
         looking in
         to my own soul.
         First
         it’s clear.
         But
         then fear.
         It is mine to make.

         So ask
         just in case.
         Who sold
         whose soul?
         I’m really right—
         I made myself
         from God’s mistake.
         My garden’s
         acres rich and real.



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