The dose of happiness
in a pulse of changing rhythm
throws the linear aside
brutally
for a moment in the miracle of
what the moment yielded
the truth was never closer than what the lie sniffed on
that everything is love, more or less deformed
wisdom’s eye let thoughts vibrate
isn’t also hate a love far away
so the war was over, there in the glow and reflected the eternal question
it should be a wearer of its own
or the totality that always alters
rejected, relegated, looking for their beliefs in the borderland
the witness was
as always, near
a pounding heart
breaking the night into day.

Published by Mimmie Dana