We sit together, enthroned in laughter
Brought on by as little as a sidewards
Smile, or as much as a memory; past joy
Made wonderfully present again. And
This laughter shared contains more than
Sweetness, it is laughter which remembers
More than cause, but the pain and sorrow
that made it sweet.
Within our laughter, is the darkness of
The world, maimed in a giggling
‘Yet shall I praise him;’
And the darkness comprehended it not.
Cover photo by Andrei Lazarev.
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