Happiness as fleeting as the life of a gnat
shortened by the flat of a hand which
only sees it as a nuisance; if I could
be the sea waves crashing
on the shore
they call her name
it was a dream I never
wished to wake from in that
love scene Hollywood would have
paid a king’s ransom to catch on film
yes call me blasphemous but I will please
the goddess of nature in my own way running
through the weeds after the Swedes and longing
to be a good pagan once again; come back, come
back my happiness and relieve me of all this responsibility
give me forty whacks with a goodly battle axe fit for Thor and more

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