A Thousand Joys
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A Thousand Joys

My heart is a firecracker:

My heart is a firecracker: a neighbourhood on a December night.

Why can’t fireworks glitter through the pinkish hue of the sunset?

Ribbons of starlight evaporate into the ebony rivers of the night sky;

momentary rainbow euphemisms descending into neon streets, invisible.

In the waning, dusking hours, they would crackle and dazzle,

etched onto a pastel kiss of bliss.

A crescendo of victory for

A crescendo of victory for the treble of the day and

A crescendo of victory for the treble of the day and the bass of the night;

a chorus of time followed by the night’s swooning lullaby.

My heart is a celebration;

let the firecracker blaze and daze the day

let the firecracker blaze and daze the day through the hushed night.

I wish for impossibilities, against purpose.

The night is a canvas;

The night is a canvas; fireworks its painter,

The night is a canvas; fireworks its painter, splattering vibrant emotions

The night is a canvas; fireworks its painter, splattering vibrant emotions onto the shadows of the yawning dandelion sun.

A flute on the march; that is an impossible joy.

Soft wind booming a race,

pouring adrenaline through silver valves and

whispering a steady heart into a pitter-patter of a heavy chant of triumph.

Yet, these joys exist in my mind,

Yet, these joys exist in my mind, in my soul,

Yet, these joys exist in my mind, in my soul, in my feeling.

I can paint the impossible through squiggly lines on a page.

That is beautiful.

That is beautiful. The paint is our passion.

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