Infinite peals of laughter
tickle me out of my despair.
Temporal sweet abandon
of these moments so rare.

Pain that undulates
from the middle to the sides.
Such delicate delights,
the product of boundless minds.

The pristine joy of madness
battles watered down sadness.
Tiny stolen gasps of liquid air;
Life can be a strange affair.

My ennui fades like smoke rings,
crisp sounds of pages turning fill my room.
Trifle things, these gossamer feelings
sweep away vestiges of a drowsy afternoon

Stories spill from these eternal springs;
Free me when I am confined.
I open a book and fly away on paper wings,
leaving all my troubles behind.