Burning

The sun is burning my face and my ear

And now it’s burning my hand

There’s no philosophy that can capture

A moment of peace in the sun

We simply make use of

An intuition we all possess

From the old world

From the ancients

An understanding that runs through our veins

Written in our mitochondria

Etched in the endoplasmic reticulum of each and every cell of our bodies

Bonheur, fericire, we can all recognize it

And we chase it, but it’s barely prey

You can’t catch it

It’s a magic doe that comes to you

When you chant the right incantation

When you let go of everything and forget your mortality

When consciousness eludes you

When you become fungus

And go back to the basics

To a before Adam and Eve

And the sun keeps burning the side of my face

My cheek

My left earring

Diffracting through my sunglasses

Turning my happiness into a rainbow

A dreamy breath

A data point in the experiment of life

Can’t draw any trustworthy conclusions

So I merengue my way through life

And shed sweatdrops of happiness.

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