Joy

Dichotomy resister unless it's a matter of definition
For how else can one tell what it means to feel a surge of
What exactly, boundlessness, effervescence on a roll
Found but not lost, known and unknowable, across the thinnest
Edge of a petal, a medallion unredeemable and without guilt

There are questions about strategies and tactics 
Which fade to uttered irrelevances in the light that smells like dew
Whose droplets become human and narrate the apex of a beautiful life
In any language, it's knowable, without subtitle, eponymously yours
For the price of attention, serendipity, and color

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