I took pictures of happiness:
dead sharp intimate couples
And I felt like a peeping tom

This is how it went everyone
who viewed the series
No one's heart was opened

Not even from the cheerfulness
or the suppressed sorrow
of laughing people

nor from children, their play
their earnestness and their sweet looks
It was a lot, but no happiness

Then the winners, the jubilant
pleasure that spouts into the sky
with thousands of hands

and the ****** peace of sleep
the open mouths, saggy faces
and scary dreams, again

the absence of happiness
which only comes down
at the very last, in the morgue