Happiness now carries a different skin

It’s the one my skeletons wears today

Undeniably pure, so lightly feathered

Untying every snarl within

Spirit floating on open-air

Holy as the sunrise


Sloppy seconds he might give you

Sometimes the whole commodity

Take it, eat it, and never complain

Tidied soul, feeding on the sun


This fellow true in his existence

Now carries the debt of his kind turf”

Someday, he shall pass it on to others.