To name happiness is to dissipate it
make it so much smoke in so much humidity
The curl of your lip as you release the quietness inside
as you speak yourself into existence
It knows your name
and none of this is real convince yourself of this
You are the moving moment of real
you are here and here and here
The very air tastes of wine
it drains from the heavens into cups of amber
Into the hollows inside of eggs
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