How, You May Say, Happy Are You

​How, you may say, happy are you,
Or how holy?
How quickly will you stand up for yourself
Or how slowly?

I knew a man who had a knot
In his intestine,
He found a cave of light that he
Confessed in.

Sometimes there is a leap from
One planet to the next.
Sometimes the freight ship drags,
Is even vexed.

Practice your metonomy and metaphors,
Look outside and in,
In your Spanish courtyard, play
Your mandolin.

Sweet secrets are displayed, 
Wisdom and song,
Till the confection sugar stars
Rain down bright and strong.

Till the bread comes tumbling
From the skies
And heals the world’s deluded
Moonstruck sighs.