There is a certain joy,
however transient,
however transient,
ephemeral, fleeting,
residing in a coy
entertaining stillness
involving salient
strategies for greeting
a sunrise with a toast,
casting aside illness,
ego, despair, distress,
resolving to remain
true to this game of chess,
as we observe a crane
in flight along the coast,
nothing else matters but
jouissance in this life,
only pleasure can cut
yesterday's toil and strife.
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