Smile
The soul’s reason
a smile after sickness,
light dropped
by glow-worms
stretching after stars.
Sickness smiles, then,
half-willingly,
half by system
and the other
whirling for joy.
This is the system
for reasoning,
light at an end
through looking-glass
the reason it displays.
A prayer
of the human species,
a force of the gust,
kissing itself in
tales of continuance.
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