I was born in the storm
and died in the recoil
and died in the recoil
In that time gap between
commonly defined
as life and death
the truth too often
gets obfuscated
and eventually obliterated
by our personal cumulus shroud
of convenient self deceptions
that keeps the inherent
gloom of the day at bay
Happiness is all about
maintaining the illusion
of calm skies these turbulent days
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