Call It Happiness
Call it Happiness
I have found the perfect headspace
to molest the keyboard
and make love to old demons
to be labelled and filed away
for another day
the words are still with me
despite feeble attempts
to pacify them
from outside influence
by learning to be comfortable
with the strange paths of desire
by growing further away from
the fragile identity of old
and into a new skin
I can move around in
there is no longer
an obligation to the dead
no impossible virtues
that need to be fed.
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