I am so excited today. I wish I could tell you why.
My skull is tired but I have this internal pleased pleasantness.

Life is a placement of one foot, the balance on one foot
on a staircase of air with the extremities of feigning deaths
crashing happily below on the cliffs of these apt failings.

I am to die tonight but all I can do is grimace a grin
in this happy delirium.

Excuse these commendations you take so plainly,
my heart cannot contain this utter bliss.
I love you so much. I must die trying to make you mine.