Can I demand
joy
of the universe?

Can I imagine
myself
into an ecstasy?

Can I say that
this is not perfect?
Can I lie about God?

Can you look me in the eye
and tell me I don’t know
happiness when I see it?

I see it.
I am not afraid of it now.
Can I be unfraid long enough

to take it, hold it close,
deathless,
until I lose myself inside?

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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