I catch myself laughing.
Amused with life,
& people's silly problems.
How did such creation become preoccupied?
Dried clay; the Master's unfinished work.
Completed to fix, break if tampered.
Undone, yet as is.
I laugh at anger,
It defeats the sender each time;
I get uncontrollable by joy;
Laughing 'til I grip myself;
Clutching the pain turned around.
This is bliss.
Belt it out.
- Eden Marquis, The High Priestess