Poetry #6 – Of Love [or Pain (or Happiness)]


The principle is: the brain decides if it is pain or pleasure.

One trusts what is initially felt,

as if nothing could have endangered happiness;

or as if one cannot see through the cracks.

Maybe, just maybe: It was Nobody’s fault.

Nobody ever thought that maybe what was wrong was the timing,

and nothing else.

The ill-fated brain becomes a fool

If everything goes right,

because although happiness is sometimes quite elusive,

one can always fumble towards it.

And the brain, quite left out,

will never believe that in truth, the principle is:

the heart decides if it is real.


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