Once—he thought
that joy
was simply
peace in motion—
because
he imagined—
his mind was
probably
liquid fizzy matter;
but later—
what if peace?
was love—
frozen
like cubes of greyish water?
But love—
especially suspended
as such
was boring—
since it just
didn't taste like much;
and besides—
true love
by which
he thinks
he means
the real thing—
it doesn't usually make us
want anything,
let alone
sell Coca-Cola.
