Smile with everything you do 

even when doing a poo 

in the forest of love

His oven of celestial bliss 

deconstructing the knowing 

that is 

or could be 

or was 

or should be 

 

No longer a ploy 

but a bucket of 

Joy 

or piss 

who cares 

for now dismiss 

the past 

the future 

and soak in the liquid of grace 

a taste of heaven 

a warm embrace 

a tender lover 

returning home 

to rest