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JOY NEEDS TRAGEDY

From the poem WELL ROUNDED

Have I convinced you yet?

That joy needs tragedy

Also study this seriously


From the moment of conception

In your mothers womb

The only speed you have known

Is Earth's constant zoom


But almost anything constant

Becomes numb to the spine

And that is why there is no sensation

Of Earths speed which is incredibly high


If we could brake Earths speed

Like a braking car

Then for the first time in our lives

We could feel where we really are


And things on your kitchen table

Would slide to fall on the floor

Just as on your dashboard

Your braking car puts them on the floor


So equally well

I say unto thee

Joy occasionally requires tragedy

So that joy may be all the joy it needs to be

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