One looks for some other words but the ideas are always just as dark, just as simple and singularly painful. - LeRoy C. Breunig

The happiness of man is devoid of chlorophyll no doubt because its specific condition is to evolve in the darkest and dankest caves of the heart.

"DEPARTURE

The horizon slopes away

The days are longer
Trip

A heart hops in a cage
A bird sings
It is going to die
Another door is going to open
At the end of the corridor
Where a star
Begins to shine
A dark-haired woman
The lantern of the departing train

("Departure")"

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.

(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)