Near a Happening Sun

I wish I'd want to swim inside ancient caves to
find answers to
find inside crystall happiness
blue water.

I don't know,
the pain was red to
each Gospel heart forgotten.

What do I see?
A breeze out the window:
They hold teeth and hands and
fear is away

And we've got a winner.

Again, in spite of an ozone sadness of an
impossible lifetime.

"Discipline, sunny jam."