What Knocks at the Door of the Heart at 4 a.m.

The heart fritters away
stutter stepping
towards sleep
feeling for oblivion

which it finds.
But just before light
it percusses again:
that stubborn throb.

I will have joy.
I will have it,
whatever comes next.

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