RSS SPIRIT

Undeservingly get it right in the gut,
unwillingly overwhelmed
by joy unrelenting and quite seductive
without even trying.

Dissecting joy is no joy, let's see,
infinite promise, a wonderful reminder,
a laying down of burden, a bright light
which is to despair most caustic.

A burning, an energy, wherefore art thou joy?
The question seems moot when in the throes,
no longer fighting the cascade spirals
into your belly button and pushes the pain
out of your butt.

It is like that light at the edge of eclipse,
furry and ferocious, bubbling and boiling off
spirals which hit the deserving and not
without much care.