A NOT SO ECLECTIC IDEA

Happiness –– temporal, testing when seen in another,

Fleeting circuitry when felt in yourself;

Something likened to a pin-pointed dart,

Good when thrown by your hand but

Piercing when pierced through your heart,

The feeling I hear at the end of the hall,

Where all is in order with an impenetrable border;

The cusp of the cup I drink in this rut.

Contemptible content leaving me less than content

That prevents my penance from granting my plea;

Lending me absolute absolution, lest I earn

The wage of electric excellence I hear from the side,

Lines tangled throats, embodied is mine,

Today is the day, in fire that I dine.