The joy of melancholy
Recedes like a tide
And the weight of happiness basks in shallow pools
Its colour and purpose exposed
To a spectator sun
Justified
Smug
And revelling in a will well lubricated
Un-taut
Unlike I
Thick and slow with obstinance
Stuck
Like a shipwreck
Too damaged to sail
Or even float
When the tide returns
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