Sometimes the world seems
A wonderful little idea
In the mind of a happy fool,
A bit of a lark, a folly,
A fanciful experiment in lust
and need and near-collisions.
On those days it’s best
To take the sun as it’s given
And find a quiet place
Inside or outside yourself
To hide away the moments,
Your own private heaven,
The only one you’ll own.
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